Strike, slam, smash, clash
all you want.
Hit it, beat it, blow it, blast it
you won't overcome.
Test, try, tend, aspire, aim, endeavor.
You're gonna lose.
It's no use.
YOU ARE READING
The Puppeteer's Playground
PoetryWhere the hands have taken over, the place we're calling home. Poems about what matters and what doesn't, to whoever and whatever. Poetry book ||| Cover by me
