drippingA Poem by Rob FunkMy arm keeps dripping, I shall keep sipping, I feel this slipping, The faster the better, She hurt me long ago and she will cry, So let her, God my carpet is ruined, Who cares, No one dares, To ask me how, Please just let me die now, The speed of the loss is amazing, Let it pump away, For once it is them that shall pay, Now its so fast, What a blast, This makes me higher than a fast, Free at last. © 2013 Rob Funk |
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1 Review Added on July 15, 2013 Last Updated on July 15, 2013 AuthorRob FunkUnited States, PAAboutMostly I write to Heal, however futile the effort proves. more..Writing
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