Closed up in the cool air
I miss the brief rainstorm.
Real air blows for free.
In Nature, man will live
Only thirty-five years.
Hardly enough time.
We dared to stand and fight.
We dared to hear the truth.
And both of us won.
All the sacrifices
And what I miss the most
Are cats and kittens.
I quit my clay sculpture.
The written word doesn’t
Get under your nails.
He is a tall, white stork.
She is a porcupine.
It could never work.
My Kingdom, My Kingdom
For just one stinking shot
Of top shelf bourbon.
kinda more like senryu.
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