Poetry

Wearing the cloak of hope
Wondering how to become Pope
Lacking time sitting in a boat
Fall into sins and become soaked
Filet the holocaust
Into something not of cost
Over time becoming boss
Before getting tossed
Finally realized, truly lost
Tomorrow has committed suicide
Yesterday has taken cyanide
Today is filled with pesticides
Its time not to hide
When there's a scene of pride
While on the other side
Who is to blame
For conjuring up this game?
The rules are never the same
Only meant to tame
Those who have no shame
Sitting with a bloke
Laughing and drinking a coke
Waiting and wanting to toke
Taking off the cloak of hope