Thekke Buchel
I’ve read your previous relationship,
The dictates of our passion,
Say that then, say that then;
To achieve the dream of free,
Still widely held conviction,
The legacy of Eurasian ancient civilizations.
You can make any recording a hit,
Age and poverty are ill to bear,
Punch me in the face.
You’re only a monster,
One simple question:
Who cares?
Recycled Poetry 