Green Lawn Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

Green Lawn



spent christmas chasing dreams
now, i mean i mean the thing
fling with girls now over
i go over
and set, mow her down with poems
harm to loins
when were one
something on?
thats a shock
feel the glock
on the back of your neck?
i bet

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