"Get back to work!" the voice shouted out
"There is work, you **** to be written about!"
"Ok!" I said, as I stared at his head
This story is over, this poem is dead.
"Get back to work!" the voice shouted out
"There is work, you **** to be written about!"
"Ok!" I said, as I stared at his head
This story is over, this poem is dead.