August 28, 2016Bioman, Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry, The Daily Writ, Uncategorized 1 Comment I take… I take to my bed when life is so dreadful I could cry. That is the one thing I can do that Does not get in the way Of being a well-liked guy in town. Not showing your emotions Is like Not being allowed to feel the use Of your hands When using a toilet tissue to wipe You ass. It makes you look stupid And makes you want to cry too As you know it is going to be A messy business To be clean again. Copyright B E Saunders 2016 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...
The last line. So true.
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