#Poetry #Poem
POOR LITTLE ME
by Bill Kochman
05-03-2014
Poor little me, I am such a mess,
I can’t handle, all this stress.
Nothing’s right, everything’s wrong,
Come on folks, please sing along.
We can wallow, in our own mire,
Of doing this, you’ll never tire.
Don’t you dare, don’t be a fool,
Pity parties, are not very cool.
The Devil wants, to bring you down,
Exchange your smile, for a frown.
But God says no, you need to fight,
Rebuke that demon, he’ll take flight.
