Hollywood State of Mind

May I ask for your hand to take me to sleepAm I not a worthy scribe to the fill the pages with my bloodReality is for sale while weeds grow through the daily cracksGo for what hides beyond the hands, the heart knows no liesOut I am, never a rat in the maze hunting the daily cheeseTonight, tomorrow, endless days, …

On Wilmot’s A Satire on Charles II

After reading the comedic wit on display,I commend thee of the choice rather than anger to play.Most use words not found in their brain,Rather than wit and flare they sound the same.Anyone can rant with toxic words to make their point,Better to dazzle with comedic panache and not kick your audience in the joint “Restless he roll about from whore …