song lyrics & minor poems

Verbal plays for Boredom

Verbal plays for Boredom

You ask to know how you came to be?

Let the “s” do as it is told: to sink –
now you know what you’re made of: ink;
but will you seek your father’s kin,
mind the answer is already inked in –
it is… under my skin.

© 2008 A-A Z.

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