Corrupt

The waste that grows each day I'm here

Time and money lost to fear

A sickly servant, not fit to serve

Telling now what he deserves

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TheLadyBlue's picture

Nice

I really enjoyed this poem, and also how it was short but direct and very powerful.

TheShadowKnows's picture

Yeay thanks

Yeay thanks

nightlight1220's picture

That sounds horrible, but

That sounds horrible, but it's a good poem. 

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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "