Cardboard Bread. Poem by Peter Vealey
Cardboard Bread.
Doing my head,
Nothing so bad
As
Cardboard bread.
Looking hard and dead.
Nothing changes
In this world of
Overblown lead.
Ego`s fed on
Stale rhetoric.
All is said.
Yet nothing's fresh,
Nothing's so sad
As cardboard bread.
Looking hard and dead.
Nothing changes for good
In this world of rhetoric
Of overblown
Testosterone bled heads.
Wednesday, May 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: falsehood
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