distortion in grove

A Poem by winter;lyra

you won't be
a thousand miles away
from another lover
sauna dweller
your hellenistic bribe
too old for this tribe
inquire no less
than a dime in the sewer
out of your reach
but a kick to your greed
no flex on these streets
queer as we go
no meat in the oven
but we had them boys
thirst for these pills

distortion in grove