Sound of pitter patter

Rain on tin, Grips my memory, Sensation of sleeping under the roof built by my grand dad, Memory of a WWI hero, Tainted by my half sister when she was eight because the attention was not on her, Sleeping beside my babysister, Never imagining I’d be sixty-four all alone, All alone, Only sounds of rainContinue reading “Sound of pitter patter”

Why are jobs…

God damn hard to find unless, Willing to work off the books, Do shitty stuff no one else will do? Do you know every job you do for crappy pay,without benefits in the end hurts you, Think back on all those meaningless jobs you had,you rocked at, Yard care- employer my folk’s, I nearly lostContinue reading “Why are jobs…”

Nothing like a big eyed girl

that old saying pick us do we not bleed!

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