One Poem by Angel Edwards

 

Scared Rabbits

 

You crying for fame

Sell your soul damnation

 

I'm saying that you would run like a scared rabbit

with a bullet in its butt

if

Fame reared its ugly head

into your situation

 

You dying for fame

Rob your soul creation

I'm saying that you would run

Like a scared rabbit

With a bullet in his butt

If

Fame speared its serpent fangs

Into your occupation

 

No you're just a loser dreamer

Carnival clown

Gold diggin

gigolo minded

schemer delusion

like a serpent

But meaner

 

Keep to safety

in the cloistered

net of your illusion

 

Politics of fame

Would not dare an intrusion

Angel Edwards is a singer songwriter guitarist published writer published poet with 4 books from Vancouver BC Canada. Member of AFM local 145. BMI SOCAN