Like a dog with no tail
and a house with no doors
and a ship with no sail
like a pimp with no whores.
Is the man with no heart
and a skull without mind
see the horse without cart
and the watcher who's blind.
As each novel surprise
is a miniscule shock
and the reason for lies
is a world without clock.
A poem of anger, bitterness, and outrage...which I know to be your own. Herbs, I just don't know what to say. G.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stunning, harsh truth. I'm keeping this.