Published: 26 Jan 2018 › Updated: 26 Jan 2018
Bad Poetry #05
Are there tunes in fumes?
When your faith is herald of death.
Are you man enough to stand?
When your friend will not pretend.
Will you try or sigh?
When your lover faintly blubber.
Can you go with the flow?
When alength your strength is at it's one tenth.
Let go. Walk away. Sleep on it. Fight another day.
No one will call you gay.
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