your grotesque figure spins
and you yell it in a craze
that makes me laugh softly
thursday night
it could be worse, but won't you
stop, won't you
cease this circus
thursday night
I am done, for once
we could laugh at it
together
The Thin Scrap Book by frugale
Poetry » General Rated: K+, English, Poetry, Words: 969, Published: 3/9/2004 Updated: 12/12/2004}
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Chapter 1: thursday night