Nightly NoiseA Poem by G. ColemanKill whatever’s making that noise, Bash it in the head, It coos, It squawks, It roars, Out there, Find it and make it dead. There are missionaries less annoying, And less persistent too. If you kill that noise for me, I know what I would do, I’d give you all the money in my wallet, And let you live at my place for free. Just be quite around night time, You know how I can be. © 2015 G. Coleman |
StatsAuthorG. ColemanLas Vegas, NVAboutI like to write, I often write, I wish I wrote more. I lie to much, I don't mean to its an impulse, but are those statements a cluster of lies? Feel free to message me, but don't try to sell me anythi.. more..Writing
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