IQA Poem by Maxwell Ryderhttps://www.facebook.com/maxwell.glen/posts/10155769623228710Bosporus
If your IQ is out the roof,
do me a favor and bark or bleat, because you’re still just a dog or a sheep, taking orders like me, with no bone to chew. If you are Fido, chances are you’re a kapo - true; But the best you’ll ever have it is sheering ewes. That’s right, how does it feel to be only digits, whether it’s ninety-seven or one-fifty-three? You’re stuck in this prison, counting your vanities, rocking yourself to sleep. © 2018 Maxwell Ryder |
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Added on May 26, 2018 Last Updated on May 26, 2018 Author
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