Diary

I wrote a poem

Most so called ‘poetry’ today is garbage. This is probably no exception. I am an arrogant man so I posted it. Caveat America.

A simple rule for interesting times

In darkness, in half-light, or by the brightness of day

If monsters you see, then monsters you slay

If not, you become food for the feast

A morsel digesting inside of a beast

* I have a copyright on this (really).