If you dont read my poem, are you an arsehole?

J

Jingle Blues

New member
Probably.

Once upon
a long time ago
a boy,
above ground,
lay down with guilt
in an irregular way.
Greetings, says he
To the figures in red.
Take me, he says
Take me, new friends
To a blossoming place
Blistering palms be damned,
much like the land
that gets caught in my wake.
 
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