My best friend wrote this poem, won’t you comment with a poem you wrote too?
Once I saw the world as a vast and suffering bowl of scrambled eggs, unfortunately I disdain scrambled eggs, but I can handle scrambled eggs confused or mixed with cheese, ahh maybe a tinge of salt.
Now I am dealing with the dilly-dally death and the sovereign oncoming of the street sadness. So I measure beauty with a broken candle stick and soak up my insanity with a hangover and a casual sponge.
Christian poet philosopher- Wig Wam maker