Tv screens.
Polluted dreams.
Incarcerated fears.
Well needed jeers.
Apple throwing jerks.
Caffeine induced perks.
FTM on the tube.
Getting me so wet.
It's like 200 bucks of lube.
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Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
Dirty Minded 2
Tv screens.
Polluted dreams.
Incarcerated fears.
Well needed jeers.
Apple throwing jerks.
Caffeine induced perks.
FTM on the tube.
Getting me so wet.
It's like 200 bucks of lube.
