Sonnet #11 by Gavin M Royoh, why must it all
be filled with confusion
and then the lonely fall?
oh this vulgar dillusion.
it is two steps back
for each step forth
it stabs me in the back
and then offers warmth
why do i play
this boring effete trend
"I cannot say,
my logical friend."
and so alas i cannot mend
this menial way, this vulgar trend 01/01/1991 Posted on 12/19/2002 Copyright © 2024 Gavin M Roy
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