I guess in the old days, rules were made for
Now, attention getters gone amuck like
beings in a quiet room with a loud crashing
Especially when your once best friend,
Takes a hammer to God’s high ceiling
of moral class.
And their once, high written poetry is now
an attraction for poetic, immoral trash.
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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