Poems about Animals
You size me up as if I am walking trash that throws wild punches lucky enough to catch a knockout
it hurts
it burns
it bruises
ash trays are my uses
theses blows they rain
and endless pain
What's the point of, knowing the square root of pi or the history of the French monarchy
i wake upbut i'm not homelying on the cold hard floorcement walls as i crawlleaning up on one arm
Seems like only yesterdayLife belonged to runawaysNothing here to see, no looking back