Welcome to this week's Monday Poem.
"I still have Judas crrawling all over me!"
Was all she exclaimed.
Moses spit in my eye.
I do not see why i still believe
When there is no reason why.
Men find worlds in grains of sand
and create imagined wealth.
I strive to understand what I cannot see.
In this woman's wretched filth.
She carries with a certain rhyme.
That i have yet to find.
Judas crawls all over me
and I'm running out of time.
About the Monday Poem
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