The Noose Is On The Loose
Now, the noose
In all its' horror
Past and present
Shame and disgrace
I guess the wild west only hung
Men of color
Lets' now, take it out of the game, CLUE
It was the professer in the kitchen
With a rope
poem by Matt Mondschein
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

No comments until now.