Making no sense,
you don't even make dollars,
the 'talking fool' as usual,
silly like a dress shirt without collars,
can't seem to make up your mind,
what you want to say,
desperate to be heard,
without knowing the right way,
words that mean nothing,
flowing like rivers and streams,
usually pointless to interpret,
like nude dreams.
YOU ARE READING
A Gaze Through My Reality-scope
ŞiirA collection of 100 of my poetry works which are available on other sites, with a few exclusives.
