2 Cups Of Depression Poem by Roger Bewman
2 Cups Of Depression
Trapped in this field of sonic agression
Unable to distinquish rhythm from rhyme
Urban style freak contemplatin loose ends
Alienated in this hardcore river of trends
Speak louder to be friendly
2 cups of depression
all he has
2 cups of depression
all fake colours of expression
Strong, percussive piece, Roger. You pen your frustration without too many words. Excellent poem. love, Allie xxxx
I'm speaking loudly, Roger. In fact I am shouting..... and no cups of depression. Hey, make it Edinburgh, OK? Love, Fran xxx
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4/26/2024 1:51:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very expressive, eloquent