Email Poem

Your IP Address: 216.73.216.44

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

All these people left to their own devices,
white, brown and black all in different sizes,
they started off white but things got dirtier,
the joker said that he didn't mean to hurt her.

That was 'her' - what about 'him,' maybe in the interim,
maybe we could start again but chances were slim,
there was a trap - it didn't matter if you died,
because the bastards were the same on the 'other side.'

A face appeared above a crater wearing a harlequin cap,
pleased with his work, happy to see an overlap,
happy that everyone was dressed in colored squares,
apparently it would seem that no one really cares.

I own you, control you, there's nothing you can do,
accept the fact, I was the one that made you.

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required