Satan's Sibling

8 Line Poem (Lyrics)

The tactful cactus by your window
Surveys the prairie of your room
The mobile spins to its collision
Clara puts her head between her paws
They've opened shops down West side
Will all the cacti find a home
But the key to the city
Is in the sun that pins the branches to the sky

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 1, 2011

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Comments about 8 Line Poem (Lyrics) by Satan's Sibling

  • lizzy (9/27/2018 6:00:00 PM)

    hate it so much bad boooooo

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  • Raul Castelan (6/7/2007 6:49:00 PM)

    Very descriptive, indeed. Also, a very short one that can be remembered forever.

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