i
found a love
her name
is...
she lives above me
and takes all my waste
with a quiet, constant
'screw you'
in the back of her mind.
well,
the past few days
i've been having
that same
quiet, constant thought.
remember
honey moons
never last long enough
I’m definitely putting this poem in my favorites. Societies, in general, love to experiment with socialism, but like in this poem they turn out to be pie in the sky or “Honeysuckle Moon” ideas that only look good from a distance. I wish I’d thought to write this one.
Isn't that the truth. Great write. The question now is which socialist do we vote for? Is it the republicat or the demorat? Well, the republicat might be the lesser of two evils. It's hard to say whether he will morph into the same type of two headed snake we have now that sodomizes the middle class at both ends by catoring to cut throat capitalism while at the same time giving the socialists whatever they want.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! This is the kind of poem I like to pin on the wall of my study room; I might do just that.