Nothing left to lose a poem by Barbara Jnickwalt
My May Apple At last : No one to belittle me no cleaning up messes not not of mine no more pussy footing around no more slinking off or slinking on Just what: Kind of shit are you trying to stir up trying to bring people down what to your level ha la bit what your joke is on you your unhappiness is a wear Some time: You will see You will be aware It may take ...