Tanka You But No Tanka You
got writer's-block-blues
ain't got nothin to enter
it's YOUR fault PD
so here are my conditions:
un-block me and ouch that HURT
why do this to me?
why resort to violence?
(I bruise easily)
so here are my conditions:
drive me to the hospital...
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2014
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