King

Aa Harvey

King

 

 

Raising Cain or raising Abel.

Raising Hell upon a table.

Raising flour, picked a flower that I liked.

Lost it in an hour; dead flowers covered in spikes.

Raisins are not nice but I still eat them,

Mixed with chocolate; food and I are friends again.

 

 

Junk food belly is on the way so I eat green.

Already grey; ex does not recognize me.

Nothing new to say, but hey!

That’s the way it is today.

Forever sinking into a solitary whirlpool;

Still acting King whilst in reality a fool.

 

 

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  • Author: Aa Harvey (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 5th, 2020 04:52
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 7


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