Silly.A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldAn onlookers guide to lessons meant but never learned.Silly times when ruby slippers fell from witches, Casted upwards to winds finding new houses, Blatant lies fill our hearts and we laugh, A dead sea to rival ours in minds that foam. Subtle cries cast men into the other, Where sex is found that driving force, Play hard with phallic members dear Scot, As days turn bright and never seem coarse. Magic fails to impress those castrated few, Now logic tends to excite the poor flaccid, Run her and there and guide Nero's lane, Pick the fairest and destroy hope with acid. Silly times when ruby slippers fell from witches, Men were men and we all coward upon walls, For fleeting is the head that stays close, Goodbye little heart no one hears your calls.
© 2019 Thomas FitzgeraldAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorThomas FitzgeraldWexford, Leinster, IrelandAboutTo all who know by now - I love you. For those that don't, I review a lot of work on here, and I expect the same in return, friend me but make sure to have conviction! I'm a horror writer mostly bu.. more..Writing
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