Oh
The doom of internal pain
Hatred licks mine
Profound pain wounds again
Remains...
How selfish as dandelion lost his soul
I lick my wounds
Self indignant
Violence
Mind
Vagrant fruit & nut bowl
He judged
I cracked
Then
Ached
I snapped
For the jugular I ripped
As urinal slips
Lost
Tossed
Too much alcohol
Tis mine gaol
One for the road
Mine sordid goal
I admire d quirky effect dat makes dis poem so entertainin cool n super in wordin n content. Love whacky poems dat r written swell. Hapy new yr karen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like simplicity in this one