Winnie

Places south east of love, what it means to be, sunk deep in the dust, no windmills on hills nearby, just a little yellow scree, what else would you find, take a measure or a glug, you can’t wriggle away, escape this parchment trust, give a small collective cry, why build heaps like these, what purlieus they prescribe, it just won't do to Cuss, think of water running free, life sometimes needs a plug, look at these empty skies, are we raised on the cheap, I am only asking why, we can't live by the sea ?