Poems from Yeatsista
Bad smells.
Worse sights.
My mom is sad.
My siblings are bad.
This place is worse.
I'm just a baby, a puppy, they call me.
So dirty, sad...
A crow's warning, the dark, soft death is near.
The danger is in the cruel, withered rage that keeps you in its grip.
The black grave,...
Don't know don't care how you think.
Yelling to get your point across won't give me that touch of mink.
Caring critics tell me they're...