Th@ Love Poem by sean north

If

There's part of a mind
You've not
awakened

Don't

Let that part go
For so long un
forsaken

Reach

For those nipples
Our favourite
distributors

Finds

Us the Nietzsche's
Of our own owned
inhibitors

As

deep inside of our shirts
They try play with our
dirts

Finding

Their treasures in
Each time IT can
hurt

For

The dollar a days worth
With a cough to
boot

Busy

Now tho with ladling out
This thin white
soup

So

Will i see
you in my
wake

Now

Th@ love
Lasts like a
snowflake