Antichock Kid
cry's out
he's crying out
he's a Antichock kid
he's part of the Antichock land
Antichock Anichock were about's
Anitichock kid what's your distance
his priest life
his choice
the dead in turkey are crawling
and
he answered to them
an Antichock lifestyle
that was left out for cold
an icicle of a poem
that really hurt's me
this poem really hurt's
Antichock kid it's o.k.
move with the cloud he gave you
gave to your Antichock ancestor's
The Antichock kid......
Copyright © Coy Bothwell | Year Posted 2022
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