By In rhymes


“Go out and live today and tell me how it felt
I’ll be bullshitting with Icarus until I’m allowed to melt
he lets me fly when it’s night time, and that’s a hand a coward’s dealt
but if it’s Now or Knelt I’ll always choose the moon from its clouded veldt

waxing crescent wax poetic, masters degree but I can’t master effort
pillory salt propensity – please pass the pepper
leagues back my granddad shook hands with lepers
now all I got are trite words – nothing lasts forever…”


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