Category: poetry

Iambic, pandemic I’m sick of it all.Restrictions of freedoms no matter how small,Will render the reader as sick as a pigPsychologies backwards, go home or go big.It’s meaning? So simple. Just do as you’re told.Don’t fuck with your gov’ment. Don’t dare to get holdOf those anti mask mandates you bigoted twatYou’re racist to boot, so,… →