Good Day Poem by Louis Borgo

Good Day



If I am the wolf of the pack dime of hat why hold back,

If a song it meant to be sang rose is red what is violent,

Meat beat scratch one head,

Teeth read sound out the word,

Good time hang time loop of will,

To stand tall to look among the star to hand a bar,

To red roller softer the tissue,

Man I am rolling in the deep with no headphones,

Youth of day,

Fountain of drip of lips to drink from,

To stand tall to look among the start to hand a bar,

What is a Good Day.

Thursday, February 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art,love
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