This sneaking cynicism that creeps
Into every work, without contemplation
A contriving bent, with such plain ease
Its heart is lent to the knife’s like slice
As Though, a cushion for my satisfaction.
Neil W.
This sneaking cynicism that creeps
Into every work, without contemplation
A contriving bent, with such plain ease
Its heart is lent to the knife’s like slice
As Though, a cushion for my satisfaction.
Neil W.