Home: Poetry: Ivy McKnight: Meaningless
 
 
 
Rise, rise and succeed,
So in your mind you have meaning,
To procreate is the evolutionary,
It makes mothers of us,
But lost behind something corporate,
Or quite stark white,
That makes me sick, I think
I will kill myself,
Itís cliche but Iím already
Dead.
 
 
 
 

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