(don’t ask me) that’s all i know poetry everyone can tellthe fire dyinbut no one fixinto chop wood it’s too lateto look upthem aliens alreadyround the fire momma don’t leaveyour child herewhen you get backthey’ll be a burnin Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...