It’s not my oyster!

It’s not my oyster!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The world -
an unmade room
I try to organise
to keep clean
but I’m not alone
too many cracks
walls falling down
it’s no good
everyone’s renovating
it’s out of control
and I’m only renting.

© 2021 andrew mitchell


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Added on September 18, 2021
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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