Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2020
every morning. Up at 4, recording. I make
hundreds a month. But it ain’t squat. I've a
voice. But it ain't sought.  **** this
Covid ****. Have *****/will travel. Paris is real

for every woman and man. Paris isn’t on
the map for me. Dried is the ink on my passport,
tough cookies! Not to mention, this type of work

doesn’t have a pension. The exercise
to have this shape is grueling. All to have
them drooling like a rabid dog. So, I can
twirl my tongue around their log.
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  56/F
(56/F)   
105
   Melanii
Please log in to view and add comments on poems