Poems about Politics
Flip a coin to choose our best way to hell, Heads or tails doesn't matter either way, we are doomed.
Dedicated to the 2016 Presidential Election
Morose insomnia jealous of the Sun's light where shall I place you?
Hey Mr., are you enjoying the football game on your flat screen
If a poem had ears, What would it hear?
Rora wakes up to the sound of Monday morning news, except, she doesn’t know what it’s talking about:
Broken City Broken Dreams Broken Promises What does this mean?
Back in 1862, there once was kingdom. This sounds like a typical fairytale, so for introductions, you don't need one.