Now Playing Tracks


I once read a poem by a poet His poetry was beyond poetics. I pondered and pried. Praying to positively know. Poking my thoughts and prodding for answers. I pulled all the stops and predicted the outcome. Plus I pronounced my polluted politics. Praying it would possibly please someone to know my ponderings. I played and predicated. I am just another prick.

Possibly polluted.

We make Tumblr themes