My Scorn
By Wild Bill © 2010

Dark descends upon this lost prospect
Stole by thieves of chance, a golden day is spent

Who bears the weight of loss and irresponsible neglect
Mother Nature my scorn offers but a moment lent

She gives to me then withholds those times I cherish
With mirth upon her tainted breath she smiles

Tossed and lost under foot and boot I perish
On dark asphalt soaked, misplaced for miles

Freedom gone to her saccharine score
I ply the time with mournful soul

Take what’s proffered wishing more
Take her dice and stoutly role