trudgeA Poem by chump
if I were the devil
or maybe his spawn would I live like a king or trudge like a pawn would I sleep in the night or fornicate until dawn as the world reels in horror I produce just a yawn I would shed this dull wool my fine horns I would don I tire of trudging I want to move on © 2015 chump |
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Added on December 3, 2015 Last Updated on December 3, 2015 |