B: Xxvi: Left Room Poem by Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide

B: Xxvi: Left Room



You achieve content
From petty remorse
But there's room for crimes of intent.

Murder One and hanging,
Bitching, treachery, selfishness,
Hatred of poems and theft
Are what you inevitably get
When there's plenty of vacant room left.

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Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide
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