Sound Of Silver-Spoons Poem by Madrason .

Sound Of Silver-Spoons



Poor me a cup of metaphor
my dearest uncle Theodore
some candy-sugar Pleonasm
and stir the milk Melancholy
and now I have my friends around
I can cheer up and most profound
yet at the bottom of this tea
appears a flower that's not me. M

Monday, April 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: vanity
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Madrason .

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