Modern
This Is a Poem on the Modern Day, Made by Me, for You
By Wolfgang StykoPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
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No I don’t know the solution,
Wrongly entitled retribution,
Take away the modern day,
Wrapped up or eat in babe?
Falling for the scars of war,
Left you on the ballroom floor,
Melting through the ceiling,
Surely a deeper meaning.
Flames surround your pretty face,
Social status remains the same,
Take your feet and run away,
They’ll all be waiting on you.
Surrounded by pressure,
Companies want you to dress up,
Like my status, I’m not messing,
Let’s hope this selfie impresses.
Creative stolen valor,
Passed through all the forums,
Hoping they don’t match up,
Matches engulf the bamboo.
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About the Creator
Wolfgang Styko
I once wanted to film, then I wrote a short film. Filming was not for me.
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