236 July 29, 2021July 26, 2021 ~ The Hermit Poet's Ramblings ~ Leave a comment You now have the fame Nothing will slow down your train Why so unhappy?
169 May 2, 2021April 29, 2021 ~ The Hermit Poet's Ramblings ~ Leave a comment Frantically Scratching At his deformed image In the mirror Hyperventilating He cried “Please help I need air” Fallen idol Emotional bowl of jello Desecrated soul Pissed in his own rice bowl Alone There are no more calls No longer the star Of the Masquerade balls