poems written on the fly

Stuck (or why we are poets)

In art, bad haiku, bad poetry, bad sex and bad breath, birthday poems, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, seb, snuff poems, tarot poems, the queen of england, writing on 24 January 2008 at 6:51 am

Reality is not what
you make of it
Reality is what
you don’t want it to be

EL SEBBO

  1. Tell you man why I’m stuck on this lovely girl / f’course to me she mean all the world / but then she like another guy
    How long can the days go on — Oh wo wo
    When my love is so strong — Oh wo wo
    And I know I cannot tell a lie, Oh wo wo

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