Games? Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Games?



Like that child's game, a building stands, starkly faking
it's purpose and existence while housing imbecilic morons
busily inside.

Hopefully an earthquake will come along and topple it just
like that child's game.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014
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