Need

I need something to put my clothes on.

Me.

I could hang them on a tree.

Then everyone would see.

Naked me.

I could hide behind a bush.

Not to blush.

I was thinking of becoming a suicide bomber but I’m not sure what cause to do it for.

Possibly, ending war.

This may seem as from a different poem but you see I took a break.

Did I make a mistake?

That question is rhetorical, who are you, the Oracle?

Tich Ennis

27th October, 2016

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