Flawed Inheritance
Agnes played the cymbals, three nights a week
She didn't care who heard her jarring tunes
Her cold black hair whipped a frenzy
Her basement floor was littered with spoons
And detritus of the hungry and the meek
A scene that was somewhat Dickensi-
-an in the bleakness of its fulsome despair
But, as I said before, she didn't care
| Contributors: | Karin, Irene, Q, loaf, Apsley, Beefy, Grayman. |
| Poem finished: | 20th February 2004 by Anon.. |