Expensive Still - Poem by Charles Monroe
So, so true
When value is hidden
God: the poet
Soul: is written.
So expensive are the prices
That my freeform became Priceless.
The economy is Rubbish
While my freeform is unpublished.
As the children's minds go hungry
Fat Vampires eat my Country
From Malaysia to Croatia
Lets enjoy the Euthanasia
While the struggle is extensive
Still my Freeform is expensive.
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