Saturday, 17 February 2018

Cakes in the Window

She says
Cakes in the window
Ain’t on me
Ain’t ‘pon free
Ain’t for me
She sees
That there are cakes
In the window
There are quakes
In this thing though
Not youthful
That breaks
Spilts like Godzilla
Beneath rips though
Sitting legs
Begs ripping ‘part
Upheaval building
But coffee dwellers
Caffeine sellers
Need them cakes
Though apparently
There are cakes
In the window

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