John W. McEwers

(6/20/1980 / Nova Scotia, Halifax)

Poems of John W. McEwers

Forget the Roses

Forgot lies, she said
and she said forget the flowers
they weren't pretty, you know,
you knew they weren't and thats why
you picked them and she said
it ain't bail money baby, it aint some price
to pay for me being here
but I swear I'll leave if you buy
that kinda flower
one more time.

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