Bad Poetry Friday

Makes No Sense  c. 1994

 

There is no warmth in a cold man’s heart

there is no life after we part

Eternity could end tomorrow

or the day after

We could all end our lives

in tears or laughter

Our last breath could be poison

our last look a crime

they look me up

but I’ve done the time

 

Notes:

These poems just keep getting worse.

 

 

 

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