For Sale Poem by JOE POEWHIT
For Sale
AIR FOR SALE=+= THINK.
Vomit into rusty sink.
Sick all day long.
Fading into the haze.
Black - red - green cloud maze.
10,000 chems and more.
Mix in the air - SHUT DOOR.
Tape the windows god.
Clean air machine - VOOOOOOM
Inside I'm alive today.
Unborn child - whats to say.
On the couch - T.V. on.
Food tube in my arm.
Just hiding, thinking of the sky.
Those multi colored clouds pass buy.
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4/25/2024 7:35:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Mankind had really failled to accept the laws. Thanks for sharing.