Tomorrow - An Original Poem
(Edited)
to you naked
with legs spread apart
Like barbecued chicken
On the lunch menu
Instead, tomorrow comes
to you pregnant
without a laboratory report
To show you even
The gender of the misfortunes
That'll befall you
Nor does she brandishes
A calendar of your merriment
Tomorrow is a black river
Whose depth you know not
Until you step into it.
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Tomorrow carry belle... Nice poem
No be small thing
Another nice short piem
Thanks