Blessing The skin cracks like a pod. There never is enough water. Imagine the drip of it, the small splash, echo in a tin mug, the voice of a kindly god. Sometimes, the sudden rush of fortune. The municipal pipe bursts, silver crashes to the ground and the flow has found a roar of tongues. From the huts, a congregation : every man woman child for streets around butts in, with pots, brass, copper, aluminium, plastic buckets, frantic hands, and naked children screaming in the liquid sun, their highlights polished to perfection, flashing light, as the blessing sings over their small bones.

Polly There was a girl called Polly Who had a dolly Who went missin Cause it was kissin A big fat trolley

Polly There was a girl called Polly Who had a dolly Who went missin Cause it was kissin A big fat trolley

Love Letter To my loved one, This is for you When I love you this turns blue While I write I think of you To tell you how much I love you

Exs When your ex is a player you feel stupid when a girl says " her, I mean her" you feel embarrassed. Especially when she is you exs BFF. Just because I where glasses doesn't mean I'm special, I have a difficulty . Just because I'm me doesn't mean I'm any different from her.