Sad Word Poem by William Pryor

Sad Word



Eyes asleep in thought
the onetime castle king
ordered milk for seven dry sundays
while his china universes
(provided by a self soaping god complex)
made to woo the bald GREEK maid
saying to Father Schemes (the worthy)
"giggle, period, Man I'm off
my head with a hell of an
automatic crumble."

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William Pryor

William Pryor

Farnborough, Hampshire, UK
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