"blayge" poems
Through my penetrating articulation I separate the false,
instigating my reasoning with your sad pathetic thoughts.
I knew at once what your mind had foreseen,
drenching the city with your fiery Kerosene.
I have brought the match to make light of your deeds,
you'd have gotten away,
if it hadn't been for me.
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC