No Sex or Violence
His head bobs and weaves
whatever the music conceives
Drug-fueled rhythms race through his brain
neural connections moan and strain
His over-30-self hides his face, grieves
at his current edition’s migraines
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2024
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