High on wifi,
Sleeping next to Life,
Blowing off the rifle to your own self-esteem,
Letting the laundry sit in the washing machine,
Apologising for your own height every now and again,
Head empty with rope,
As you skip along,
Trying to prolong the Show,
YOU ARE READING
The Dysfunctional Series-Poems
PoetryLife can be distant, misunderstood, lacking a certian kind of mood so striding along like the walls are not closing in and shadows creeping in can be difficult almost impossible.This is the Dysfunctional Series.
