Since my birth,I have been
Prepared to meet my end.
Walking through the valley
of the shadow of death.
On a Quest,to be the best
To death.

Probably the first
To put the rest to rest,set to
Own a bakery instead of a
Daily Bread.


My hand on the desk checking
My ex pens,Am I a teacher?

My hands on the desk checking
My expense,Am I Richer?

I live in the sky,sometimes
me and The birds fight.
Moment of silence
you know I am dead right?

A Poem from my chapbook mama's Boy