Poems from Exile611
The wheels on the bus go round and round
The wheels on the herse go slow and soft
Telephone ringing with solemn news,
despite the birds...
Must it be this way
The consistent blame of 'media'
Why am I not allowed to love me?
The constant reminder that I'm still in remedial...
"A kid needs to go to college" It's a civil liberty
To hell with that - it will just bring sweet misery
College would be breaking bank
No...