B: Xxvi: Left Room Poem by Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide

B: Xxvi: Left Room



You achieve content
From petty remorse
But there's room for crimes of intent.

Murder One and hanging,
Bitching, treachery, selfishness,
Hatred of poems and theft
Are what you inevitably get
When there's plenty of vacant room left.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: murder
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide
Close
Error Success