gregor, do not fret, there is much left to your life
you are not disgusting, you are a masterpiece
written up by a man who knew nothing neglect
forced to look down and reflect
on existence as an insect shattered his peace
i wish i could help him out, but there's no way to relieve his strife
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
