I never could seeThe gist of this poesyIt was first opaqueIt remained a mysteryUntil it became a game
If I could go backAnd talk to my teacher thenI’d summon beautyThen suggest we play a whileAnd if he said no I’d…
Do you know how it feels not to be heard
I keep bashing dyad thinking
and with reason
To speak of bubble
gum, it was so long ago
Senor Trump
Listen to this.