Squeky Shoes Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
Squeky Shoes
DONT go running in squeky shoes,
or pressing big red buttens, or look up
into the fallen rain, just stay calm, and
tell me what happend, but first, take
these white pills.
WELL, it all started.........
and then...........you know who
showed up, after that, , , the shit
hit the fan, then, out from no where,
this man takes a knife and cuts
his, , , wrist? or was that a steak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/25/2024 6:21:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
