"tiranic" poems
The beauty of her being
Jumped around like a rabbit skiing
Longing for procreation
Of inner stagnated frustration
Like a tormented tiranic tsarina
Looking for the sensual ballerina
The question posed: 'What is illusion?'
And where is it crossing reality intrusion?
Or is there no debate?
The goal merely is to copulate.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 9:28 AM UTC