Daughters and Brothers:
Please resurge your relations if these nations wither away,
bringing endless vacancy,
as language becomes barren,
the dollar's value deserted,
and Pharaoh's hire hands
baring sharp arrows.
Or were they claws, not caring
to spare their favorite slaves
in pyramids of kings raised in a debased nature,
the same way we feel
we must hold our's sacred?
Yours Truly
P.S: this bs still exists
in fixed, pre-paid paper.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 2:13 AM UTC
Daughters and Brothers:
Please resurge your relations if these nations wither away,
bringing endless vacancy,
as language becomes barren,
the dollar's value deserted,
and Pharaoh's hire hands
baring sharp arrows.
Or were they claws, not caring
to spare their favorite slaves
in pyramids of kings raised in a debased nature,
the same way we feel
we must hold our's sacred?
Yours Truly
P.S: this bs still exists
in fixed, pre-paid paper.
This is my weird poem inspired by the back of a one dollar bill.