UnmanageableA Poem by MoebiaWild. Risky. Chaos. Sadness..?
Let's be those kids
on the playground who break the iron chains obliterate sand creativity Let's be the youth that guzzles whiskey at a sweaty house party and spreads their legs Let's be the adults who give not a care of anything they lay their sunken eyes upon They merely ogle at their good-looking friends, tell them "how did you do it?" "how did you manage?" But that's the life, of the unmanageable.
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