stupid man stays awake all night
pondering his problems;
he’s worn out when morning comes
and whatever was, still is.
I saw a man stabbed deeply
by a wicked woman’s words;
her deceitful tongue was death to him,
yet all she said was a lie.
[This was probably written on 01/06/06. It’s on a paper with that date and the words “Made in Korea Sticker”, which I consider unrelated to the poem. This seems to be an attempt to write something in an Eddic style.]



