Poetic-Verses
SIMPLY LAZY
I was so “pure”:
Purer than to wash a plate,
Or stain my hands,
Inside the lethered soapy shank.
Was not my fault;
I was sickly like no other
My mother always
Thought of how my case could end.
It pained in veins,
It pained in wrist and pained in head.
It pained on feet,
And pained on waist and too on hair.
Might spark some fun;
Like certain western children say
“I was abused”,
For washing just his pair of socks
Navigate my times
To smoothest days without one pain
Where now the pain?
I'll search for you on apple trees.
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