Everything Is Wrong Poem by gary morgan
Everything Is Wrong
thoughts bigger than mountains
my world turnes in squares
water falls are fountains
single people in pairs
the sun is over the the eclipse
i try to think why
working people sweat like whips
why are there no more blueskies
i am slowly dying inside
village people all around
Ti worshiping to abide
but i hear no sound
planes crash big and tall
but still no one criesat all
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4/18/2024 3:35:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It is a very interesting poem, keep working, you have potential.