A Dutchman is prodding
Me with a hot Iron
4% strength
Spit out the pathetic
Cancer eating your insides
Block her after
The stupidity is
Out in the air
Awkwardly now
Treading on eggshells
This is why tis better to remain mute.
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Fabergé eggs: A collection of poems by Alexander Hopper
PoesíaA collection of poems I wrote while I was at the lowest point of my life.
