Poems from colebc
Texas summers are a witch's boiling pot
Heat chews up, spits out, and leaves to rot
Fun they are not
Texas land is ugly and poor
cursed...
The sins of the mother are what worry me
A cult is what she leads
Psychologically defective
I scream my invective
But what worries me are...
The world is cacophony
One must shout to hear themselves
But if one has an epiphany
A grand idea for mankind's bookshelves
How does one...