Disappointing joke

Swallow and choke

Night cannot know

The crumbs can't satisfy

They disolve

And your life

It gives its energy

To reach

And find

And grab that thing

Your childhood dream

Paper leaf

Smells of home

And you sink

Into the ground




But there is no relief

No liquid to quench

Dried to a stench

So you dream of swimming

In the Burley Griffin

But all you've got

Is a pint of your spit

And dead leaves smell like shit

The End

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