We all pass
The homeless men that cops chide
That the Union Guys learn to hate too
And the Subterranean Queen who gives cheap favors
For some sad lonely dudes
But a slow 180 to freedom
From dark moon tar
Will bring meadows soaked in sun
Nimbus sprinkled skies
And the easy repose of an hour bus ride
March 24th, 2016 at 2:46 am
nice
March 24th, 2016 at 2:48 am
I like to read so much
March 25th, 2016 at 7:54 pm
Thanks!