This one's dark, sorry.
Dollars in red, debt double or dead,
Everything on black, damn dollar's red,
Spent it. Ask for green, only offered red,
Police knocking, it's gray frames or dead
All's right, life's worth more green than
Indigo, forced down your throat,
Rest in pieces, 'cause the king's horses eat
green grasses.
YOU ARE READING
Waiting for the Rain to Fall
PoetryPoems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased review from me, the author.
