Mario William Vitale Poetry

Small and grotesque was the young man,
Small by nature and small in heart.,
Love sought not to grace his soul/
Without emotion he wasn't whole ?

He lacked sensitivity and a heart.,
For never he spared time for the good/
Spitting on life's values like black death !
Wished hell on others and gave one last breathe/

Take me with you and be my saviour !

Hellish like eyes wishing dirty deals.,
Slimmy hands planting evil seeds.,
Depth was his mind into rock and whole.,
Letting Satan come in his body.,

Before he knew him very well
The hobbit went home to the doorstep of Hell !
Home at last at the Devil's house,
Proclaiming his love for sin and bad !

He valued to serve Satan and his goons !
The hobbit will be back sometime soon.,
His acts of sin aren't yet finished ?

Co - Author: James Taylor Hay,

* Hobbits are little people smaller than dwarfs/
They dislike machines but they are handy with tools/

They are handy with tools/
They are nimble but they have sharp ears and eyes/
They are inclined to be fat;
They wear bright color's but seldom wear shoes ?
They like to laugh and eat/
(Six meals a day)
They like parties and they like to give and receive presents.,
They inhibit a land they call;
A place between the river Brandy Wine and The Far Downs.

Poet: Mario William Vitale