The food is there
But the child can't get it
The auroma makes their stomach cry
The utensils right next to the plate
They can't grab it
Can someone help me?
I have no arms to get my food
YOU ARE READING
Poems with Jasables
PoetryPoems are love, Poems are life, It's the soul of me And what I can be. My crowd gets big, And keeps getting bigger, That's cuz Jesus Christ is mah love! Peace. *Mic drop* I thought I was going to say it, didn't u?
