I am a terrible person I have sinned

I took the deer from the woods and I

Hide them

                        In months we

Call summer, when the moon never

Sets.

I am a terrible person, I have sinned

I stole love from the man who writes

The daily newspaper.

                                          I let him in

I drank from the fountain of life

Even when my mom cried me

“no”

Can’t eat what you don’t

Have until your

Feet break or your

Teeth itch

Give me a week