Real As It IsA Poem by Ivan A. Bosco
Time come and done,
the place, the time, the space, no coincidence, just what he saw is what there was, reality, raw naked reality, is this not better than a scented lie? A pragmatic world for pragmatic men, vomit, news, tragedies, this is a every day sight to any, where can one shelter form reality? I believed they call it madness To be fair with one life sometimes comes as fun, pure, innocent fun, everyone deserves a little fun, even the damned
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