Common Man
You've a funny gate my friend,
I don't mean to offend..
have you broken something recently?
it's of little concern, thank you
in a while, maybe you'll see
won't be needin' it anyway.
Can't make out what your saying,
or what you mean.., have you lost
your voice, can't you speak?
yes, though I daren't above a whisper
though I'd hoped one day to-
afraid they'll be comin' for me.
Sorry really, don't want to intrude,
couldn't help but notice your bleeding-
down your arm onto your shoe..
a little pained, common peered at the wound,
said he, don't pay it no mind
just the rent that's due.
Copyright © Quoth Theraven | Year Posted 2023
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