Treasure Island

Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

Spine


One sees the peace that riddles your spine,
They gaze at the grease that riddles your spine.

A certain disagreement looms in the front,
One creates some of Greece that riddles your spine.

I must have the possession and all it contains,
We feel the release that riddles your spine.

Why do they speak to the dumb and lame?
It is due to duty and police, this riddles the spine.

I have a sandwich and a lunch for the altar,
Worshipping is my skill, for I am obese, then this riddles the spine.

Submitted: Friday, July 26, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013
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