Our friends hate to see us frown at their celebrations But truly, we do not hate their progress We are only tired of the turtle feet our Kangaroo dreams have grown
I threw up in lines And slept on the verses The linea darkened, and A poem was found in my belly
We want to know why the Government owes Corp members when their children wallow in abundance We want to know why graduates are denied jobs despite passing interviews while relatives of the wealthy are hired with just a phone call.
He pulled her close and cupped her face "I won't kiss a writer" was all he said
Mother told to me Life is beautiful But she forgot to tell me Of the ones who erase its colors
Tell him that I will wait And I am waiting Unlike the patient dog, I don't want just the bone I want flesh, flesh of my flesh
You are my Apostrophe I am your comma Together, we are APOSTROCOMMA.