a poem for king feddy
perspective†
look over the rooftops
at the gravel mired in tar
and think about the problems below
there seems to be no hope
four years of college
with at least three more to go
and you wonder why you're up here
high in this tree
as the wind starts to blow
{† bukowski reminded me of this -- i should un-rhyme it, but i'm
leaving it for now.}
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