Little Forgetfulness
For too long your feet
alter to a bloody mess.
Tired of having one
gory pulp inside your shoes,
you yearn to have a
little of forgetfulness.
Since for real stopping
isn't feasible ever.
Go to where all the pictures
are greasy, and get some peace.
Copyright © Hugh Rowsky | Year Posted 2020
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