Nit pick
Dirty trick Nail to hammer Dog to tick Tick, tick Burns the wick. Time is melting. Bruises welting. Shift perspective. A course elective, Far removed From in the groove. The needle skipping. The circuit tripping From step’s ungrounded, Claims unfounded. Righteous rabble, Blogging babble To be heard With empty words. The herd, unguided, Wanders excited. An aimless angle. Emotions tangle. I, for one, Am now undone. Steer my path From apes of wrath. 8/27/21
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
Archives
November 2024
|
Location |
Contact Me: [email protected] |