my teeth are half gone, though I floss
and my gains are what many call loss
I stammer and stall
when the creditors call
and I pine for some rouler sa bosse
Poetry | Short Fiction | Creative Nonfiction
my teeth are half gone, though I floss
and my gains are what many call loss
I stammer and stall
when the creditors call
and I pine for some rouler sa bosse
