Poetry

Tuesday, 21 February 2023

Outer space

 I thought I was a saint

But it turns out I'm a sinner

Got this black taint

Can't remove with a thinner


I've got pictures I should paint

But I must sing for my dinner

And places that are so quaint

That I'll only reach if I'm a winner


Tell me why this stale mate

In this game of saint and sinner

Did I forget to close the garden gate

On my way to outer space, 

Should I have chosen inner?

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