House of Burden
This house of burden, the house where I live
has become a burden
a burden of proof, burden as it
none-the-less, I live with it, thou, I could do better
this world of ours, once again rotating on this crisis
crisis comes and go, 2008, I let it go
but, in the meantime with this one, can't deploy
like if this one's toy
mesmerizes me more, and whore, my dear tomboy
wish could humbly be done
towards a better place "in the sun"
another time, thou, not too late, I hope.
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Posted: Jun 7
About this poem:Thinking like them. But the crisis is real.