Sunny Vomit
waking up
to a less than Harvard new day
Marked, with Zesty aggressive fumy intimidation
Face-ed ,with multi-colored vomit
that never seems to taste
Book end right
my nose knows the deal
but what others may know
I would (could) not smell (tell)
now with floating of the fumes
the sun in my life
gave shine all over the carpet
a whole new glow
that billions
would never believe
Copyright © Verlecia Fields | Year Posted 2017
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