Would it hurt your brain if I explain?
Cause you pain?
You don’t want to know I know.
A look comes on your face, disgrace.
Oh well, go to Hell, spoil your life, not mine please.
Big freeze.
You are so sure of your manure.
It suits you to be as you are.
So suit yourself, falling star.
You are more than one or two.
I am not you.
Pretender.
Condescender.
Love ender.
Tich Ennis
Saturday, 15th February, 2020
Tich Ennis 