As I embark on my 9-5 residential aid internship I am weary of spending so much time away from my trusty ole bed. My bedding has been with me through hard times. I can always count on my bed to comfort me when I want to give up on life.
Dire is the End (Poem)
May 14, 2021 by Leave a Comment
Peter pays for Paul in this wicked age Dire is the end of this system of slaves Bemused by dazzling paltry things As the land turns to desert And the seas are besieged Poison air and plastic rain Pesticides pollute the plains Nothing left to call pristine As we capitalize off all the living
