Rings Of Bells. Bulls 2 Massage.
Arrange Each Calculation, Accordingly.
Dingy, But Good Looking.
Funky, I'm Never Smelling.
Yelling: N The Middle Of Nowhere.
Aware, On My Last Day, While Stuck N The Electric Chair.
Hair Raised, Bones Even More Brittle.
Skittle On The Tongue.
Sang A Song That Was A Ultimate Salute.
Astute, @ Some Basic Principle.
Presentable, As Ever, 4 All Strange Meetings.
These strange meetings
arranged by God
all has its meaning
sometimes to get one strong
or give one a lesson.
In this process everyone breaks
and it's time that shows,
who's the survival of the fittest.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym), Cynthia Seven
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: April 3rd, 2023 18:30
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Have Fun, Fellow Poetz.
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 12
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