Poetry Book 2

181. Full

I walk a forest full of trees
I live a house full of disease
I have a cat full of fleas
I eat a meal full of food
I have a kid full of mood
I play a sport full of pain
I have a head full of brain
I have a silo full of grain
I live in a place full of death
I live where there is no full life left
I live on land full of stone
I live in a box full of bone
Where I lie I'm full alone