It’s a glorious morn for battle on the field of gold.
So be bold!
Attack the day lest you fall prey
to marauders at your gate.
Go forth and grind them to grizzle
pick your to teeth with their bones
while finding rapture in hearing their moans
Push! Push! Push !
through the tall grass.
Head low! Be wary but
Go! Go! Go!
For its been said, that fortunes
go to the ones who are bold.
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Why I, am the boldest of the bold can’t you
So where be my fortunes, where be my wench
to console my pains, and give me succor
Think not too hard on your gains not gotten
lest you fall ill to them before you
meet them my friend.
Be not so arrogant! Be not so aggrieved!
For any man’s head can leave a
neck with but a peck of a well honed axe
No man’s future is certain nor ordained
by the vicious gods who play
their crap game
in the dark corners of your fated life.
Wise words, so heed them
or only peril shall follow
all your days.
by Philip Wardlow 2017