"rhetor" poems
Tears like pools streaming down our face,
Oh, we're such a disgrace!
Running around through an endless maze,
We're just trying to get out of our daze.
Can't you imagine a life any sweeter?
Or is that just too hard to rhetor?
Ignorance at every turn,
Aren't they ever going to learn?
We've had enough of this injustice!
Go find some other vices.
No longer will we be silent,
When standing in front of our tyrant.
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 9:16 PM UTC
I am
Crying
Crimson
Inside
I am
Forest
Fullness
In deed
I am
Buried
Bullion
Ingots
In the
Words I
Will con-
Cede here
To you
Pistol
Packing
Tulip
To you
Loving
Looping
Rhetor
To this
Beating
Bulging
Tremor
Tuning
Heart hailed
Hue horned
Taxis
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 10:17 PM UTC