You know what's weird?
My beard?
No the cat disappeared.
Life how it smears.
With weird things In my head.
I didn't even go to bed.
Three hours I had.
That makes me sad.
Let me be asleep instead.
My boy,
Asleep.
A soy,
Like wheat.
Never did I make a peep.
It's weird.
How now.
I might watch you go.
Oh how?
I must know.
You might end up in jail.
Without a thought,
Without a bail,
Like a boat with no sail.
Please reply quicker then a snail.
It's weird,
My beard.
We all disappeared.
Please realise,
Life is just a fucking
..smear
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
