Can the old man
Get a case of water bottles?
God damn.
God damn.
He can’t control that faucet in the sky.
Sitting on a can in the street,
God damn.
This world won’t coddle him,
Though the earth fits his calloused feet.
Can we sob? We can’t,
God damn.
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Ann Crafter
I believe that art exists to express emotions so specific/unique that one requires an unconventional outlet to display them.
Everything I write makes sense to me; each word has a place and provides clarity to my being.
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