3 views
POVERTY
I grabbed a pen
And like blood,
Words bled onto paper clinging onto it
Like a limpet clinging onto a rock
I sang an excruciative song of poverty
Was it a curse
Or a creature of creatures of high...
And like blood,
Words bled onto paper clinging onto it
Like a limpet clinging onto a rock
I sang an excruciative song of poverty
Was it a curse
Or a creature of creatures of high...
