Jackal Of All Trades

My collection, from it's inception I've been selectin. all these things I've been manifestin' I sit here now a lonely crown, on an artist's hallowed ground. A lifetime amassed, a bemusement of the past. A pile of lifetimes not yet passed. The monsters they come to me bound by the page. My trauma my heart, my rage. Pouring out with pen-swept pace another record of the human race. Jackal of all trades, masterless son. Lost in the cosmos, blistered by the sun The stars have come calling, the yellow sign. The future's not malign, give it it's time.