Two little lives....

My name is David,
That is true,
A simple man with manual works,
I treat ill people, not the kind you like to meet,
I find comfortable surroundings a plus,
Where exchange is the past,
And sanitised and professional is the future,
I say Ill, I mean poisoning of the blood,
I'm I any different when I throw back a few,
I'm I clear in being who I am,
Do I bring my work home, no,
Throw me to the wolves as I know your future,
My tongue is my creed,
Wrestle my mind,
Choke my confidence,
I will survive,
I know you, I met you,
Don't hide in books,
Is everyone different or the same,
No need to bow,
I'm simple, mature, dedicated,
I want to die....
Leaned me the rope, hand me the knife,
Give me the gun...
Let me sleep...
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Posted: Feb 2017

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Ummka
I would tell it cry from the heart. But the person nature strong will also be able to endure everything.
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