Polymid

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

09 August 2014

Clogging the Tubes

Open the store
start the sale
your life is nothing without our style
so go brag about it on your wall
where friends pretend to care
but in reality are just clogging the tubes
that carry your current existence
Posted by James M. Frost at 14:57
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