A neck filled with beard
Misguided grief -- rage quit your wrath
and go touch grass, please
. . .
Thought I would dabble in a bit of poetry today and spice things up a little bit. Nothing too serious or though-provoking -- unless you want it to be of course. Poetry doesn't always have to be sombre or about a long-lost love. In recent years, I've come to enjoy more contemporary works based around commentary on modern society. I might try my hand at slam poetry next. Who knows.
I hope you've enjoyed this little Sunday experimentation. Let me now what your interpretation is if you have one.