Yes, Peter rocks his world sometimes
by casting harsh stones at his soul
and taking bankers on a stroll
He rocks to the world through hard times.
Noone understands him. He’s sad.
He hides his fear and laughs. He’s mad.
Many took the fall of bag primes.
Nothing left but the inhumane.
They crown each other though insane
Author’s note: First attempt at Constanza poem.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!