Cold Bipoler Night Poem by david gerardino
Cold Bipoler Night
SO and so's zombied -out,
adrift on his mattress.
having a cold spell you
might say, or, struting his
debious light on a quick
sand night.
SO and so, s waiting for that
hit, that kick, that real kick
that makes him or her feel
the pain on a cold BIPOLER night.
SO and so, s cries, and begines to yell
at the full moon, is there hope he
says, , , the answer, only in the light.
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