Monday, 4 November 2013

Disorder. An acrostic.

Disorder- that's a joke!
I'm not mad, no not I
So my dreams went up in smoke
Of course, now I want to die
Records hold the key to time
Don't you get it? I'm as sane as you!
Every word, straining to rhyme
Ricocheting, into the blue


© Alice Daley 2013

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