Radical Rouges
Radical rouges have returned to restore
drilling and spilling and filling my gourd.
Each night as I dream these devils all scheme,
turning my memories into something obscene.
I can't seem to catch them, they work on thru the night,
bending and breaking every single bright light.
How do demons so dastardly dare to persist
within Heaven's domain, - within Heaven's mist.
If God ever looks, I won't be here anymore,
broken to pieces and swept out the door.
written 06.30.2016
Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2016
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