No more problems,
hassling your head.
No more enemies,
won’t need friends.
No more having to
hustle for money,
won’t need any
when you are
dead.
If you were a
son of a bitch
in this life
no consequences,
no haters,
if dead is
dead.
Bob Boyd
free verse poems some fiction, some nonfiction
No more problems,
hassling your head.
No more enemies,
won’t need friends.
No more having to
hustle for money,
won’t need any
when you are
dead.
If you were a
son of a bitch
in this life
no consequences,
no haters,
if dead is
dead.
Bob Boyd