Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
SELL MY SOUL (AND GO WORK FOR JESUS) Had lots of money Now I got none Had a Maserati But now it’s gone I gots me a woman She come and go as she pleases I might as well sell Continue reading Sell My Soul (And Go Work For Jesus) by Tom Adams
LONE WOLF I wander through the shadows Taking shelter in the places That noone ever goes I travel on the back roads Avoiding other faces So that nobody will know I left my wife and children To keep my focus Continue reading Lone Wolf by Tom Adams