Liza Sud

St. John’s Singing. - Poem by Liza Sud

With pleasure I hear only St. John’s singing.
And books only with yats I love to choose,
I hate only the idle and scapegoats,
Although sometimes sin in both too.

I’m tired of creating at my workplace,
To pray here and the poems to write,
As if I were a goat in enclosure,
But if I go –I will receive otitis.

Topic(s) of this poem: song

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 30, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 22, 2015

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