"figleaf" poems
He wore a figleaf and called it the finest cloth under his eye the scales of hopelessness lies He just got a job as a mere labourer in the current government project and his braging about wealth and paper his baby has no mother and the clothes of yesterday are now mosquito coat or insect peching place yet the hope to live well is still alive inside me oh this tale is wrong about the tears from a teenage father
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
Would life to some be for others deceased
The greed of man is the Devil in awe
Open and eager to satiate the beast
Allied; redundant rebels fast become feast
A thriving surmise from a snarling abhor
Would life to some be for others deceased
Stiff media outlets quietly policed
Less of a ***** more of a *****
Open and eager to satiate the beast
Dynamic complex entity, undefined common thread in the East
Internal displacement clashes with border decor
Would life to some be for others deceased
Bray Lampwick; Bray! Add volume to the doom release
Crooked anticipation of the determinate straw
Open and eager to satiate the beast
If the potent and equipped old grip is continually greased
Our trades will deduce the national core
Would life to some be for others deceased
Open and eager to satiate the beast
Craig Steele
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 6:53 AM UTC
He wore a figleaf and called it the finest cloth under his eye the scales of hopelessness lies He just got a job as a mere labourer in the current government project and his braging about wealth and paper his baby has no mother and the clothes of yesterday are now mosquito coat or insect peching place yet the hope to live well is still alive inside me oh this tale is wrong about the tears from a teenage father
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC