The women at the store wrinkles around her eyes
Why dose she looks like a dog ready to bite
Did I did she trespass it's territory–
I turned my head back towards the cashier who
Looks like life has suck her dry from a straw in a
Beverage drink on a hot summer day hot stove
Cool it Down
I'm looking for a job puppy dogs eyes a little
sympathy I try to stash in there hearts thank
God she doesn't bites or maybe she dose too
Giving me a application to human survival
informing me to bring it back with a passport photo
Why dose everyone walks around like life has stuck
Them through a straw leaving them dry is the drink
That good is it that hot.
-ashes poetry
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Clouds poetry
PoetryTo reach the sky is to fly and I hope someone can be Able to reach my poems. © copy rights by ashleyyololo 2022
