User:Robin Mendoza

Woke up this morning Smiled like it was the last day I prayed for good fortune And I drove my fork into my hay I am a horseman

I speak for all creatures

Where there is trouble

There are sweatshops for sneakers

Blood rains from the sky

Now my flannel shirt is wet

I am a champion

Is this all that I get

Fearsome and triumphant

As all life comes to a close

This shit is ridiculous

but at least it's not prose