Sub-Evil Boy’s frantic scrabblings


My new poem

Filed under: — Sub-Evil Boy @ 9:49 pm

This poem is untitled.

He took your dreams.
He took them away to his house of clay.
He took the thoughts and packed them away.

They’re running through his kitchen door.
But he’s cunning and tapes them to the floor.

I hope you like it.

One Response to “My new poem”

  1. Phi Says:

    I think it’s totally brill!

    Rock, rock on!

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