Speak to the Badger outside of your door,
The Badger which asks of you more and more,
Badger's not wealthy nor is he poor,
Yet he Badgers and Badgers you down to the core,
Feed? Badger asks as though you're a store,
Badger entertains no need to bore,
So you take out your knife and feed Badger some more,
Only this is what Badger always wanted you for.
~ infer as you wish
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Letters I'll never Send
Poetryhere are the poems of the things i could never say. the majority of these are indirect conversations of mine, based on true events. and yes, I've written all these independently :) enjoy
