Don’t err me,
Am a wordsmith foraging in wilderness,
The lines, the words I spew, might be vile
But don’t let them eat your courage
I bear them to win the egress,
Wild paths that are not taken.
Some roads I know lead to somewhere,
But I might not take all roads,
So you shouldn’t, they’re, but not meant for us,
Don’t tour them, they’re only for the Sabbath.
And am the Sabbath,
Am just a rummaging vagabond.