A MAN OF WORDS AND NOT OF DEED

A man of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds And when weeds begin to grow Is like a garden full of snow And when snow begin to fall Is like a bird upon the wall And when the bird begin to fly Is like an eagle in the sky And when the sky begin to roar Is like a stick across your back And when your back begin to smat Is like a penknife in your heart And when your heart begin to bleed Is death and death and death indeed By Demetrious