Toko Poem by Jordan Salinas

Toko



I see the screen,
it blinks back at me.
Do not speak to me,
or attempt any faulse pretenses.

You are much to slow,
and will not go.
But sure your old,
so is the mold
upon the bottom of my shoe
of the old dried poo.

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