Domino's Plizza Poem by Vevna Forrow
Domino's Plizza
Domino's Plizza
What happened to the moon life toppings?
Why are there pigeon machine gun droppings?
Why are their still deafening street poppings?
These new memories are still cropping.
The anvil cycles are not stopping.
Pages drafted are flopping.
No more am I skyline hopping.
Monday, December 13, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: Life,pain,memory,rhyme,question,sad
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