Grave Matters

Jerry Wayne Lawrence

Mothers Telling Sons 2 B Brave.
Slave Of Time.
Scheme, With A Slim Chance.
Dance, Dance, Dance Atop The Skyscraper's Roof On A Nice Night.
Fight, Going Down, N The Backyard.
Reward 2 Regard.
Afford, This Or That, The Ultimate Matter.
Letter 2, The Governor, Just 2 Say Thanks.
Thoughts, Those Without Hope So Crave.

  • Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
  • Visible: All lines
  • Finished: March 19th, 2023 13:30
  • Limit: 15 stanzas
  • Invited: Public (any user can participate)
  • Comment from author about the poem: Join N, My Friendz.
  • Category: Surrealist
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