steeped in tales of no more
steeped in tales of no moredampened and paid for
by wealthy fools and chance
I place my final bet
on number eleven
there are cracks in the slip up
loads of confirmation
in the arms of spiderlike men
dying to take your temperature
with them to hell
sallow moon eaten by cows
stars outlawed by the state of Kansas
weed is for men of lesser ambition they say
tea for those with social skills
a blue sky is just a blue sky
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2016-04-28 at 09:17
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