Sick And Tired Of These?

Poem By Miroslava Odalovic

W…orld
I…nternational
S…yndrome
D…isciplined
O..n
M…oney

A…tlantida
T…ransactions

T…he
H…ell
E…ntombed

P...overty
R...ich
I...ntoxication
C…elebrity
E…ndulged

O…verpriced
F…inances

O…ver-organized
U…nidentfies
R…ascals

S…ucking
P…ipe-dreams
I…n
N…ever
E…nding
S…alvages


2010.

©Miroslava Odalovic

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