Poems from Mr. Southpaw
Do not say too much.
Do not make seconds hours.
A chirp is plenty.
Every plum is enough.
All you need is expansion.
10 Years from now, we’ll still be here;
Arguing if measures will help the defenseless.
The ever present fear will always be near.
There’s...
I am the agent of fear.
I put fear in the big and small.
I make the strongest run away.
My sting can make a pale arm turn red
Or cause eyes...
Consider me someone of barter,
You exchange with me.
I carry alot in my bag:
Education.
Backlash.
Dedications.
Some say trash.
Racy pics...
Music playing.
Video playing.
People talking.
People shouting.
Birds chirping.
Rain falling.
Wind blowing.
Microwave beeping.
Teacher...