Poems about Animals
Carbord, sharpie marker,
to me is making a way
asking for help
asking to be loved
nothing wrong with that
I want to retire
at 21
I’m tired.
And it’s pure laziness
because I haven’t done much yet
I am no Englishman
But I conduct constitutional statements beyond imagination and time
I am no senator
When will we learn?
When will we cry?
We’re letting our planet burn,
We’re letting it die.
it's brown
it's chocolate
it's smooth
it's soothing
most think i'm referring to a candy
i'm not
A generation of sons flown overseas
Those left at home rendered mute although screaming for truth and peace