I can stand outside with the best of them
Pissing alongside our weed eating devises
Pissing on the green we hate so much we
Power it down
like urinating brown chunky
Mowing Diaries - delicate care
"Write joyful poems!" my Muse cried to me.
Let me count the reasons, perhaps there are three,
It is lonely in my closet,
beating heart, I'm all alone.
I sit and wait.
Seconds pass, minutes and years
the world moves and I'm still here,
caressing what could have been
My closet ( part two )
My Buddy Hollyby
My Burning Rageby
My true loveby
My true love isby
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