Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2016
The train has passed
We're glad she's gone
She never did much good

Monarchs, satyrs-butterflies
could ****
But, she could not

Crapping through
a tubed-up bag
Ain't no way to live

Too much weight to bury
Now they burn them
all the dead
David Ehrgott
Written by
David Ehrgott  EVERYWHERE!
(EVERYWHERE!)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems