MAN OF LITTLE ACCOUNT
He accounted out for nowtBorn to nothing much achieved nothing
Made nowt nothing worth recalling
No one paid him no notes
Bealy said out of him in passing
When he'd gone, it months afore
They notest, some said the're heard some thing about him
Heard his name in passing, on a count of stats of the number of those found
Died alone, what a 'orrible job left behind to clean up like
All them fly's maggots, feeding of the carouce, he'd been one
Them listaning, decided time to get another order in, time's geting on!
Subjeckt changde! Thus, he'd became yesterdays, last months news, when ever news!
ken d williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2017-06-25 at 12:56
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