My Poetry Farmers

 

 

My Poetry Farmers

not a beautiful poem full of meaning

I write with bold

When the rape of the earth

My ink sweat

Sunburned my paper jet

I do not know the poetry of flowers

For here the mud to plant up

decorated with a dream

Unable to speak

O rice ..

Please give my kind compliments to the country’s leaders

Arriving into the mouth of the gate

They are good at talking

O fruit ..

Bring to shake my hand dirty

On their national regulatory

Arriving touch

Lubricate them soft lips

added to sweet talk

My poetry farmers

Simple little words ..

Please an increasingly narrow as stuffy ..

Minute lunch ..

Rest works ..

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