Polymid

A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost

03 December 2014

Dullwit

The rewards are said to be fleeting
oh how they were in the know
you usually think "If I do this, then everything will be OK"
and no more of all the dullwit


Liken your urge to an empty stomach
it will never stay full forever
and I've heard you shouldn't even try
but what do they know
Posted by James M. Frost at 15:28
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