SHAME

isa kemmy

        sipped it all

        that of no identity,

        a sin in public,

        a dramatic scene,

        yet one not more,

        in a million dived up,

         to conserve this shame

        eyes covered!

       the bottle spills it of,

       but the pill did it all,

       to set him up,

 

           chins down

         swaying hips no more

         tipped legs,

         hoping none is alert,

          the shame is worthy,

          but the price is high,

          lots of life to see this,

          that he, I did it.

  • Author: imma isa kemmy (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 9th, 2024 12:16
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • peet

    Well penned.



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