"wrinke" poems
I saw your chubby fingers
and I saw your big toes
and I saw the wrinke under your nose
I saw this one little hair strand that you could never tie up right.
I always tried to fix it and put it behind your ear
but you always told me not to worry and leave it be
I could never leave you alone even if I tried.
Even when things went bad
I'd still sit around and think about how our feet would brush up while layin in bed.
I wanted to be stuck in time forever but like my jeans our love just faded.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
God is a mad scientist
He wants to save the mankind
in his secret lab he cooked
a cure what ails the globe
a virus to find them all
a virus to catch them all
a virus to split them all
and in the hate, inflame them
a virus to degrade them
a virus to isolate them
a virus to control them
and in the darkness, enslave them
a virus to stop them
a virus to muzzle them
a virus to tie them
an into the sorrow, immerse them
a virus to hypnotise them
a virus to lie to them
a virus to wrinke them
and in the fear, keep them
Just, give up, give up, give up the future
Lives saved are the same, same, same
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 9:52 AM UTC