Where Is


What is your bump
Where is the jump
How high are your dreams ?
Who takes the hits
Tear into bits
How much for your screams ?
So much power for so few
Tons of money dirty as doom
Leaving so little to chew
Killers of Light selling you gloom,
Stealing each day, blood from your veins
Taking away , all the good things
Cracking the whip
Giving you lip
All in a lump
Making a bump
Where is your jump ?




Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-12-11 at 01:46

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Nice.
2016-12-11