Puppet Life Poem by Madrason .

Puppet Life



They want me to sleep at eleven
at seven they do want to eat
they tramp the floor
dump their feet
smash their door
in parallel, in front of me
my life is walked
for I am stalked
and constantly! M

Wednesday, October 31, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: misery
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Madrason .

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