“Ruby Slipperz” 6 out of 22 poems to my king: Birthday Variety

We search, seek, and destroy for distractions.

Unfulfilled in distant lands…400 years still aint home.

 

Bronze fingers.

 

Sometimes when you leave home you caint go back.

Cuz it’s not where you left it.

 

Vice Chancellors patronize, advising just take 

This semester as a mental break.

 

Aint no open arms for some…

 

Starving the same way out of school as in.

College ramen-noodle diets.

Pet dogs eat better and more often.

  

By: Lauren Fitzgerald 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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