"palliasse" poems
It was the turn of the century
And I was in a penitentiary,
Wondering what is but a ****
An art fabricated by an ****
It is all rudimentary ,
Or as Sherlock would say elementary,
I thought myself pretty smart,
Lying on a grand palliasse.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 5:45 AM UTC