The Kings Craw

The Kings Craw I’m sure sometime tomorrow, we’ll have our sad goodbye now make your last attempt, to try and make us cry once more a broken promise, lays shattered on the floor another failed attempt, like so many times before they poke at other poets, then retreat into their hole why must they pour more vinegar, into our poetry bowl venting on a blog is against this site’s decree and now you’ve used a name, for everyone to see a screen shot has been taken, for admin, I’ll send it in but when you least expect it, till then I’ll store it in my bin you need to read the rules, you’re not above the law your spitting days are over, now let that stick into your craw