Friday, February 21, 2014

“Please, sir, I want some more.”



Dickensian dilemma
hunger bites the dust
on the floor ..we are
born die what for ..
we enter through
a hole .. into another
trapdoor..the flesh
was willing the spirits
sore ..god is the essence
faith is the core ..destiny
knocking the wrong doors
we prostitute our moments
memories we whore ...
blood sweat tears of ore

“Some people are nobody's enemies but their own” 
― Charles DickensOliver Twist

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