Saturday 20 October 2012

Yes, I know... another poem


Bob's Your Uncle...

When You write 
all the answers
to things that 
you've wronged

And the wrong
 answers seem
not worth
writing

All the soldiers
are dying for
left on the cross

with the sweet
common touch 
left for crying

and a million
is half of the 
two that you lost

When numbers 
mean nickels
and dimes

Can you honestly 
Answer
Who suffered a loss

or are you left
Only with lying





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