"wrackages" poems
when i see people i mostly see wrackages,
same **** different packages,
they never search for messages,
except on their smartphones.
Addicts...
I can't stand it.
So i put on a cloak like a wizard,
fly trough blizzards,
smile to lizards.
My familly are good folks fighters,rebels,
you can't buy them with papers,
you can't fool them with labels.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 10:20 AM UTC