Sunday Poem 1.
Demonic mathematicians insist on outlandish proposals
that rest on the broken spines of broke dads
who sell their blood to
keep up appearances for the loose daughters.
Gather children under the faygo fountain
drink your fill but never move
unless sent off to die.
Mother, the view from hell can't be nearly as bad
as it sounds.
FIN
Alright, see i'm gonna post stuff like that but photos videos paintings and even some of the work of my friends.
