good deed feed ( tuesdays 31 edition with generous offer awaiting reply ) 01.08.18
you had me on a plate
refused me spreading
no replies did infuriate
cutting off nose was poetry beheading.
do not believe the street
its why the village did divide
click after click was not sweet
scrutiny dented my pride.
going in bath to wash
got to clean the sole
the feed is pure tosh
not going awol.
not going back
poetry for you is out of bound
there is only one thing i lack
i need reassurance for my village stomping ground.
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Author:
hilllow (
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