Useless To The Floor

I heard wind swirling

Girling up a giggly gust

Of pleasure by the shore

Not short on lust

Measured by the core

Of saying, "you must"

And, "tell me more"

Strumming the trust

With vocal cords

Telling too much

To afford

A money's amount of touch

You said you lied, you swore

Instead I'm tied to a feeble crutch

That broke falling useless to the floor.




The End

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