Compensated thee?

A Poem by MJ

COMPENSATED THEE?
By: MJS/ Jan.13,’09

I’ll sun thee with teens of time
Levels up of most recuperating time
I tumble and slither and fumble
Of growing narrows and cheeks o’er the edge of doom

I blocked the way to paramount
Nestled the pinnacle of every hopeless triumph
We jumped to and forth and sordid
But nickels sight me upon here

Do I need thee with a compensated wish?
Do I look into pupil of every greenish?
Somewhat I like seems tomorrow I’ll blind
When someone kills me upon or tough
When the strangling pens of me’s feeble at touch…