Nicola

Don’t live life by drops, no poem or big sea, makes the red light stop, your words only create, some lousy creed, hung on a useless frame, latticed with coughs, it’s not just a wannabe, to show whose on top, frenzied child’s games, around your needs, must you find a way, to show them who's boss, everyone squeezed, like a kitchen cloth, but golden pockets can't delay, when you’ve gone to seed, the need to hold sway, just let it be.