No doors to reach,
No lock to spare.
A single 4x4 window,
Displays a smiling trickster.
No God is in sight,
No ruler left to fight.
Bodies pile,
Running urine is like the Nile.
The house is lonesome,
And the water is dry.
Semi Communism says that--
Everyone is still alive.
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Poems
Poetry"The universe kissed the stars, who birthed a galaxy of new beginnings." The only way to express beautiful and cynical thoughts is through the delightful invention of simple, and yet complex, poetry. My poems never end, have no defined theme and st...
