MisconductA Poem by Ana B.
She’s twenty three Wondering how life should be… Ignoring realities… Befriending profanities…
If life’s full of meadows And choice is a path… It’s easy to
get tangled in echoes Of the golden
age’s wrath…
Searching for the meadow still Right after the devilry’s hill Silent desperation, the driving wheel A skillful thief , with nothing to steal
But when you keep being a thief At some point ,something’s gotta give Right is always easier said than done Then your poker face is fooling no one.
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