Acquaintance Poem by GRANT FRASER

Acquaintance



I mean I haven't
seen you in ages
Imean,
true sages
have little
time for words,

but that's where you've
been, up on cloud 9,
all this time,
and I can just partly
comprehend,

the meaninglessness
in all the things we do,

but words are for
free,
and everybody,

so shut the **** up"!

you see the bars,
I put them there...

Sunday, March 8, 2020
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