his name was john

i knew a man, granted he was a schizophrenic,

who said, ken, you have seen a great light,

but remember life is a paradox,

he gave me a bible that weighed a ton,

his name was john.

today i shall write poems till midnight,

poems of love, poems of hate, poems of betrayal,

poems of sadness, poems to butterflies, to jazz,

to sex, and poems to john.

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