Thesis

by joseph santacruz   Feb 23, 2014


Thinking of doing a my lifes thesis
memories are shattered in so many pieces
scattered cousins nephews and nieces
a con man brother with never ending fleeces
cruel racing clock hands never ceases
forehead develops deeper creases
on my life i need more leases
could the plural of geese be geeses?
-Santacruz-

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