Sans disgraceA Poem by SorenBecame a vulture when you wanted an eagle Had hunger for carrion not fresh meat Turned thief not regal Rotten tasted so sweet
Not wearing your crown I pick old bones, siting, lazy homeless a flying clown table manners, stark raving crazy
Both of us with feather Nature's motherly hand did place monarch as well as robber together sans disgrace © 2024 Soren |
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Added on April 24, 2024 Last Updated on April 24, 2024 |