The city puts
White stuff on the road
To protect against
The white stuff in the sky.
How foolish,
Haven’t we yet learned
Not to talk back
To our mother.
– Vagabond Prophet
Original Poetry about anything and everything.
The city puts
White stuff on the road
To protect against
The white stuff in the sky.
How foolish,
Haven’t we yet learned
Not to talk back
To our mother.
– Vagabond Prophet