easy, the basement's dangerous
monsters lie within, so watch it
putputput goes the genny
televised, destined, is each action
young body, old, brittle mind
hawk it up, make them taste
opulence, and you'll make profit
up and down, a horse's gentle whinny
segregates sections of interaction
eventually culminating in a bunch of wasted time
YOU ARE READING
sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
