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.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
- Author: Aa Harvey ( Offline)
- Published: February 5th, 2020 04:52
- Category: Reflection
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