deepundergroundpoetry.com
playpen
she sits
outside in
burgundy
sausage roll
crumbs falling
inside her lap,
greggs tea
being held
for dear life
in one hand
a humble
cigarette
in the other,
i know
exactly why
she does it
there's enough
drama llama
in the world
without a
burgundy tribe
going on about
lack of staff,
which member
has disappeared
on their holidays,
who's deciding
to shed years
of wearing a
silk bomber
jacket,
perhaps
rewind a
few weeks
back
i too was
avoiding
the same
playpen
of llamas
bleating
in uniform.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 1
reading list entries 1
comments 0
reads 183
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.