No rhyme or reason
No theme or function
Just me .
I write the ultimate anti-poem.
A combination of words.
Not too clever.
Not so clear.
Sometimes its personal.
Sometimes its private.
Badly formed grammar.
You might think about it
You might not give a sh**
But at the end of the day.
Thoughts and feelings,
True as i think them.
Real or fiction .
Just for you , read on.
YOU ARE READING
Grinding gears
Poesíathe demons are calling crystal clear calling but the clarity is a trap just to be sure can be twisted in itself when you think you speak with god but its the demons that are calling
