"applejacks" poems
Community,
a happy band with links to a fraternity?
or do I spy
a discrepancy between the public face
and the face I see.
I have pictures, Pedro said,
naughty girlie postcard red
Instead of those
I rose to go
and left old Pedro
without a sale.
Mortality tells me this,
kiss a baby, kiss your mum, but
you can kiss your **** goodbye
when your time has come.
There are some I know
like old Pedro
lonely souls who
need to go
anywhere
but to the Devils
brew.
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 7:31 AM UTC