Always the same straw
just a broom
mopping the strewn floor
my identity is in my collars
numbers and papers
and deep pocket dollars
An ostentatious lip-gloss
wet paints and toiletries
to gloss over their flaws
Life is a canvass
painted with banality
same colour, same brush and the same hand
giving my nationality
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3 comments:
You seem some poet
PS he is 'The Poet'...
such a poem. W.O.W :)
"Life is a canvass
painted with banality
same colour, same brush and the same hand
giving my nationality"------ read it a thousand times.
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