I live in a cool funky house
That dances to the beat of the rain
When it does I can't sleep
Because the whole house is shaking
And the decorative china plates
I carefully put on the shelves
Are clattering to the ground
And dividing
Into trillions of sharp edges
If I try to get up and leave
My bare feet will get cut
And I'll bleed out
And die right there on the carpet
I don't have the money or the time to get the blood out of that thing
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Poems with Meanings
ŞiirI worked on these for 20 years. Now they're ready for the world to see.
