I just can’t help everyone, as I once said. So I’m helping the rich, just like me. While I get much richer, and eat seeded bread, You’ll shiver, with nothing for tea.
Category: Poem
New Clothes (again)
The jesters and trumpeters ride on his train there's money for them in the lies they maintain
True
What is true?
Dring Dring!
It took nine days to learn to heed Not the clock, but my own need
The Human Race
Throughout the years, not much has changed The winners have it all arranged
Ali 