I've been inspired lately about everything seemingly insignificant in my everyday life, realising that nothing, is truly insignificant after all. This is possibly one of the most annoying events of the day for me, but when I reflect upon it afterwards I have to question why. So here it is, the poem of the day:
Burst pipe
No longer can I keep it in
That liquid in between
Pipes so coarse and cold
And thin, yet who tear at
Frown and grin.
Sitting on the bathroom
Wall, covered with paint
Why not dirt at all?
Is this why you weep?
As one roughly sweeps-
Your pipes shut once more?
Nice work! I like the addition of the pic.
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