The Devil's Playground
Breaking boredom feeds my mind,
Pushing out my creative drive.
These idle hands come to play,
Mocking and cajoling,
Caring and consoling.
Time tells the mortal cost,
Confusing ties as hands make knots,
Always avoiding the pit that rots.
Copyright © Clayton Poole | Year Posted 2011
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