Dangerous Poem by Tanner Herndon
Dangerous
Whoever said Poetry isn't a
Dangerous job, is a liar.
My back is killing me,
My fingers hurt and my wrists
Surely will break.
But most importantly, my sanity
Is always on very thin ice,
And it never brings its
Skates.
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