Poems

I used to have no problem in writing poems, and then for some reason they dried up and i couldnt write anything, then last week i started to write again.

Here is one i did last night

This can mean a few things, but people who know me what this is about....

The men they clamour

To here me talk

Pay for their minutes

and then they walk

Its over and done with

Till next week

When they come back again

To try to reach that same peak

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