Poems from APzeigler

They argue. They bicker. Inside we snicker. To hear them spout what is best for our country when they don't even understand it. They have...
Enter Eugene. Eugene- Why do they make fun at what they don’t understand? Ah! It’s Rapunzel in her tower window, Her golden hair as bright...
So many people in one place So many secrets hidden in each soul You see the body, the expressions, the façade Everyone’s faking something...