Lawrie Stuart Ronton

Rookie ((1900-1865) / An Industrial City in a shoddily assembled one-floored house.)

Shortage - Poem by Lawrie Stuart Ronton

No food, water or food,
This is a Shortage.
Most dead from starvation,
Some from disorganised pyjamas.

Not folded, creased or pizza.
No house to cook the air.
Right about now some food would be nice,
'I can't' He said, i ate all the rice.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 27, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 20, 2011


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