I will not lie I will not cheat
I will not let the demons in
I will not bend I will not break
I will not cease until we win
I will not run I will not hide
I will not waste another dawn
I will not quit I will not leave
I will not stop until I'm gone
Da dump da dump da dump da dump
da dump da dump da dump
Da dump da dump da dump da dump
da dump da dump da dump
Pen one more poem
before the bells
of joyful living toll
Make a rhyme
about four Lilly sibs
still alive and well
Place the verse in harmony
with all that's been and done
Then say hello
and bid goodbye
to our moments in the sun!
Try not to waste the time you have
For time is brief upon the earth
Do not lay down until the last
And milk your life for all its worth
I will depart with little word
Without good reason as to why
Leaving a solitary trace
And take my chances do or die
I will withdraw to take my leave
With slings and arrows as my guide
Lacking a levelheaded clue
Dark thoughts of liberty inside
I will escape with little hope
Under some fiddle-footed spell
Missing the signs to reassess
And just like that return to hell
Billionaires joyfully and gratefully
sharing their self-realized fortune,
may be considered the good guys!
Same as Harry, Ron, & Hermione
Frodo, Sam, and Gandalf the Grey
Bob Cratchit and the nephew Fred
plus, all the townsfolk of Whoville!
All that matters now
'tis I helped a really nice lady
a woman who loves herself, her children and her life
the way a human being is supposed to
presently, peacefully and unconditionally
And that I didn't
destroy my good deed doing
didn't lose the very reason
I'm redeemed here at the end
turns my last-ditch philanthropy into a win
For those of you whom are whole and complete human beings I'm sorry,
a huge chunk of my humanity is missing, and happiness isn't my friend
normalcy shuns me like a scrooge locked in his lonely fireplaced rooms
hatred hath become the fiery balm that fuels a sick perverts death wish
These are our voices calling out
The say-sos which we put in words
The seeds we sowed fortuitous
As horse manure is for the birds
We tried our best to reach the stars
To ply terms fit for bardic kings
But moons are harder marks to hit
When arrows sail on hapless wings
These are our voices left behind
The standpoints ours and ours alone
The thoughts we had encouraging
As dreams tied to a sinking stone