PiñataA Poem by potatolemon
One lonely, sullen donkey piñata
hanging on a branch No mother, no father people say he's just an a*s dreams of pints of ale and lager his thirst will never pass death row, dreams to be a martyr forever trapped inside that cast stargazer, dream catcher made of paper solid, firm and tough with glue for blood still with empty eyes, but sweet on the inside unable to move, he wants to cry the only way the sweetness inside will come alive to bring good times is if he - dies
© 2014 potatolemonAuthor's Note
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Added on September 22, 2014 Last Updated on September 22, 2014 Tags: paper mache sad kind of I don't Author
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