Things aren't that bad
In all appetency.
Everything's alright
This world's a ball of irony.
Because we all talk
While the birds all sing,
And illness is filling
Every hospital wing.
Events of trivia
Are all that flatters,
And we're all blind
To everything that matters.
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An Emporium of Poetry
ŞiirMy collection of poems from 2014-2019. A mixed bag of: Nonsense Responses to strong emotions And of course -Magick!
