"cluts" poems
I've got pots out my back door, pots and pots and pots and some of *** out my back door, I smoke a lot of *** out my back door, smoke *** and putt into pots out my back door, can be such a cluts smoking *** breaking pots putting into pots out my back door, pots on pots on pots, lots of thoughts out my back door. Thoughts of a lot more pots to putt and grow *** out my back door. I live in a flat six floors up with no balcony, out my back door.
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 7:11 PM UTC
You fall down the hallway
Tripping over yourself
Not looking at where you're going
You are a cluts
A clumsy person
With no balance
Why do you try
When you know it won't work
Just give up and sit for a while
You are too dangerous
For your own good
So learn how to walk
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC