Nice to meet you

Ten tiny fingers Ten tiny toes A tail that lingers And a button for a nose Who would've thought? What could we think? Can we even process? That we're at the brink? So many changes Such little time A cherub is floating In a womb so divine We're waiting with open arms And hearts and are full Full of anticipation To meet the person that is you

True Crime

Stepping into the residence A resonance Someone took a life here No self-defence Blood stains on the wall suggest Indifference Is this a sign of end of times? A pestilence We are all organic Hispanic Simultaneously manic His panic