Doth quoth Gapboi
"When you reach my level,
maybe you will understand."
And this I question to myself,
what level might that be?
could it be?
plastic people, plastic 'happy' lives
it's the 'proper' thing to do?
more closets more skeletons
families could stay together,
keeping the money lines in tact?
Comments on this poem/writing:
Click here to read other Poems by Dilvorn
Copyright©2017-1999 by Rebecca R. Hammack
COPYRIGHT NOTICE: All Rights Reserved. No part of this website, including all pictures and written words, may be reproduced or copied in any manner from this website without permission of the original author of the work. All poetry and pictures herein remain the sole property of the original author and/or copyright owner. All poetry on this website has been submitted by the original author of the work. To contact any author of the work please e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.org so the proper person may be notified.