Treasure and trouble
You will find in me
Worries got them double
Have me or let me be
In me is chaos and magic
A magician then a joker
On my sleeves is comic magic
Born under a bad sign of tragic
Foolish and wisdom
Tips the scales of my freedom
Within the depth of my soul
Lies roots of a lost kingdom
Am a puppet on strings
Controlled by desires out of reach
Burdens eclipse my wings
Blacksheep to the sermons you preach
Am Elisha
Calling out for Elijah
A Saul
To a sleeping Paul
Am a honey bee
Come next day
With a stinger
Of an S.O.B
Never claim to be angelic
A bullheaded with strong horns
My admission is enough heroic
smell my roses watch the thorns
You can have me
Or let me be.
©a.jameson
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