Rose Thou Art Sick…


                      Cankerous

                      Cantankerous

                      Dangerous

                     Deranged by us?

 

Elevated

Liberated –       – set Free by Thought alone

Foxed…by the scent of a Rose so sweet

                       By a life so neat

                       Then

                       The Worm

                                      Turneth…

 

Who will buy my sweet dead roses?

Who will buy?     Who will buy?

A Penny

A Penny

A Penny for them, Sir…

Give me the thoughts that surround this

 

               Sort the ”canker” within my

                            Head.

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