Aaron Frier Poems

Sitting, scribbling, surrounded.
The confined, cuboid cell, walls created by my own,
Expectations, limitations, desperations.
Hopes, hopelessly horded, hidden, filed away.
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2.1 million pounds for his 21st birthday. Let him run the country, he’s in touch with us ‘Common’ people.
He knows what we need.

Magazines report how a celebrity has “pilled on the pounds! ! ”…kids are dying of starvation you know?
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