Day 14 NPM APril on emore day

Day 14 NPM APril on emore day

Day 14 NPM APril on emore day

Charlax poetry

There is no uniform or label to adorn the public user is so short and she is so tall and he is so slender and he is so wide he will not fit the door to the barn needs to be open on one more side to the building add a wing  and then the fat and the smaller ones the skinny and the shorter ones the rulers among us and the minions and the general users will come to pay more respect to each other then we deserve to be in public places to struggle with the others as we slave to the needs and want more satisfying favors and more wonders in the  daytime as we slave away the time we take to greet the people we have never met before they see us they ignore the poor among themselves the rich are snotty snooters hobnobbing with only rich important users and they cannot see the poor man in the corner as he types he clucks his noise in amazed ears of these children of the corny jokes they float among the broad street sidewalks and they own the seats of every tavern and bar they come to be annoying to the young the old the rich the poor a number on my gun a number on my head and head and a number on my dead and gone large tombstone

Its just another day in April come and gone away

Day 14 NPM April on emore day