Domicile digs within a concrete shell
of a pallid place where I used to dwell...
Social media my tagged butt
Front office said the jobs a breeze...
I tell you I hate those concrete jungles
Where nothing grows and nothing stands...
Society is like bowels in the sense that movements...
Don't get caught watching the clock
Because time is really all you've got...
Precious and priceless
Yet tender and frail...
The road to love
Is paved in trust...
For all my poems
And all my rhyme...
If
one...
Sometimes you need to think in braille
To see what life’s nobly bits are teaching you...
Within the vicinity of the Earth
Down those dingy streets of Pergamum...
POP! Went the tire
POP POP!! went the other...