Droll Prole : Writing

The Second-Hand Shop

The Second-Hand Shop

A Poem by Droll Prole


Streams of random, conscious unbound. I found some words.
The Dark Triad is Recruiting New Members

The Dark Triad is Recruiting New Members

A Poem by Droll Prole


Or were you always that way?
We Lost it Somewhere

We Lost it Somewhere

A Poem by Droll Prole


In Time...
Run

Run

A Poem by Droll Prole
Space Junk

Space Junk

A Poem by Droll Prole


Something benign when given force can become destructive. Does this force come from chaos itself? Why do I always make such s****y friends?