Daisy wore white down the aisle and received a gold bandNow she’s returned his name and has an…
A Poem
Consumed with grief I am, I get relief in no wayO circumambient waters of the Ganges drown me
Your swindle was smooth,calculating every move.A sweet word here.A filthy word there.
Even the snake may lay in your armswithout hurting youBut what does it take from you, my child?For the snake to not bite you
I’ll curse you on the front steps of your childhood homeI’ll burn it to the ground if it…