The Fool Returns to Rhyme Poem

What an idiot

what a fool

what a perfect

perfect tool

What a sunrise

and sunset

It’s going to rain all night I bet

Once again the fool returns to rail

to roll the train of thought

to jail

Once again the tool is worn

until the metal’s scorn

returns to cut another time

and the fool returns to rhyme.


david michael jackson   july 8, 2012  my mother’s birthday