Out of formlessness into emptiness
Life is a dictation that has no mention
I slither along to be in ‘our league’
That so is fenced against predators like me.
I wish I had shown my best leg,
And to so, I wud’ve my hope pegged.
T’is not early neither is it late
For the hero in me to levitate.
I have no fear,
‘cause I have no life-
I age but o’re, I must head for my gun.
15th December 2006