White Trash Shakespeare 786 - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO
WHITE trash shakespeare throws his dice
into the empty air.
WHITE trash shakespeare flys into the night,
like a bat in a cave.
WHITE trash shakespeare fills his cup untill
it spills all over his face.
WHITE trash shakespeare falls to the floor,
then lifts his eyes and feels the rain.
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