"vilipended" poems
I'm trailer trash
And you're the tattered wheels
Run me over
Vilipended shrew
This place is full of
Rabid raccoons
And collect calls
Someone's got to pay
Maybe we can milk
A cash cow
Or plant a money tree
Between grandma
And the shed
A game of miniature golf
Always helps my mind
Get back on par
(More or less)
Then it's back to the bus stop
And be done with you
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC