I Wrote A Riddle

~ Bourbon, cigarettes and syllables

Tyler R. Martin

I exist a once when darkness convalesce,
And do what I will at no man’s behest.
From granting wishes at my very best,
To causing mayhem, trouble and distress,
Both by way of existential dread and of a tiny biting pest
I can shake even carefee birds from their little nests.
What am I?

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Poet, unshaven bum, veteran, punk rock enthusiast...I got it all going on.

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