2 Cups Of Depression

Poem By Roger Bewman

Trapped in this field of sonic agression

Unable to distinquish rhythm from rhyme

Urban style freak contemplatin loose ends

Alienated in this hardcore river of trends

Speak louder to be friendly

2 cups of depression

all he has

2 cups of depression

all fake colours of expression

Comments about 2 Cups Of Depression

Very expressive, eloquent
Strong, percussive piece, Roger. You pen your frustration without too many words. Excellent poem. love, Allie xxxx
I'm speaking loudly, Roger. In fact I am shouting..... and no cups of depression. Hey, make it Edinburgh, OK? Love, Fran xxx

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