Frustration Poem by f. berhan kebede
Frustration
veins on skin mountains over and again
we play to pay
to pay our (h) ours
sentences overrun with inmates sleeping in close
quarters
piercing the ankles and scratching to bleed
and wanting to show the pain for remedy
a man is a man
and no whimp so save me and take this
no mucking around something might happen to you
on my own like someone you know
but its my way and take it
or
leave me be, jack
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