Ayuda? No tengo.
Chopped hands of a thief,
Doing what is morally right,
But to those demons, a plight.
Gauged by our so called IQ,
That doesn't mean a thing to you.
Trying to help, to be polite,
Backfired, you want me out of sight.
YOU ARE READING
Pocket Book
PoetryA new set of poems. Some are regular poems and others a lyricals. Please leave any suggestions/feedback! Everything is appreciated!!!
