On the one hand-
A scream- a shout: MAKE MONEY
On the other one-
Why? What for? Who asks this?
It isn't this simple, it
Really is that simple.
I would to nothing more do,
Than fill pages with thought, lyrics and
Amuse me, amuse you.
Yes, it is true.
I am filled here-
With the space to see how to make-
Yet, neither you nor i,
Truly, do wish to- see-
What it is we could amount
To be-
Leave it aside, brush it now.
What more is to be said,
About the blind poetry-
The blind poetry of-
Jan 18, 2025
Jan 18, 2025 at 10:45 PM UTC
On the one hand-
A scream- a shout: MAKE MONEY
On the other one-
Why? What for? Who asks this?
It isn't this simple, it
Really is that simple.
I would to nothing more do,
Than fill pages with thought, lyrics and
Amuse me, amuse you.
Yes, it is true.
I am filled here-
With the space to see how to make-
Yet, neither you nor i,
Truly, do wish to- see-
What it is we could amount
To be-
Leave it aside, brush it now.
What more is to be said,
About the blind poetry-
The blind poetry of-