Feste's Lute

Scribbles & Sketches of the Unspeakable

If I babble
it’s the rabble
drove me to it,
drive me through it.
Take my order,
stand tall soldier
boy, that’s all
I really am.

Enter your comment here...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Email (required) (Address never made public)

Name (required)

Website

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: