Apr 2020
The trees swinging,
IĀ sat at a corner,
Of a certain building unfinished,
Brick by brick,
The shovels ***** with mortar,
Unwashed, drying,
Smoked my last cigar,
Unfeeling, I might have caught cancer.
IĀ sat at a corner,
Of a certain building unfinished,
Brick by brick,
The shovels ***** with mortar,
Unwashed, drying,
Smoked my last cigar,
Unfeeling, I might have caught cancer.
Quitting My Addiction.
