It's a mad  mad mad mad world !

   
   
As i muse 'pon yestertimes, the mountains as holly shrine, the forest, with the thicker pines, with birds joyous in the sunshine, playing with kids at the age of mine. careless in the eighties..beyond the rounded hill tops, a land was so green, and the sheep herds graze on grassy meads; and the fields stretch as far as a child eye can reach.................    
   
As i muse on yesteryears the cheerful songs in the school i'd hear, pupils playing hopscotch, hide and seek, cheers would chase away my fears....in my age around the eighties................    
   
Now,around the years of wait and see, i have already lost my memory, i rite verry bad poe tree, i flare up at anybody, at a man at a woman at good at bad, at old at young, i spare no body, and then i say i am right not left, i am good not bad, i am straight not bent, i am alive not dead......    
i am sane not sick, and take a very big mouthful of pills and a weed in my other grip..i say let me i am sane, as you can see i am sober and this bottle is my pen,,    
and i am not depressive and stoned, i am fully aware that this is a bottle    
i just drained,.......this is the world which we aspîre to see and learn from, the world sunk deep in drugs and drink and slash, and bind and rage and f.....k until the bone is seen..    
does this kinda world bring good poetry?????    
   
are you serious??.........  
   
"" I did not spend half of my life in school to be lured blindly by an ignorant, or to be driven into street poetry, or bite at the bait laid by an arrogant, by an addict, by a lustful poet whose only poetry revolves  
shamely around mortal flesh, are you serious,? Do you hear me??