Sep 2013
Poets are sent to a special kind of hell;
Where you put in a coin,
and the gumball colour you want comes out.
It is by being given what we feel we deserve
That we run out of things to write.
Where you put in a coin,
and the gumball colour you want comes out.
It is by being given what we feel we deserve
That we run out of things to write.
