Another meta poem...A Poem by C Perilabout being a poetYou need a life to write about life And you need money to live a life For that money you must work And the working takes your life I see no other way for a poet to be... but a bandit, a robber, free Hungry, hopeful, living in a quandary No expectations, stolen exaltations Perhaps siphoning out the beauty from the abandoned refuse of a society which refuses to acknowledge the sacred splendour of everything
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Added on February 18, 2022 Last Updated on February 18, 2022 AuthorC PerilGY, Humberside, United KingdomAboutCreeping quietly towards 30 years of age. Based in Nowheresville, England. Writer (if we're being liberal with the term). Reader. Hoper. Believer. Lover of music and LFC. more..Writing
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