This poem was written after I had a conversation with a young homeless girl. It discusses sex, violence and her lack of caring of our lack of caring.

This poem is simply about my dislike of the idea that critics can deem artistic creation as bad, which causes a horde to take that one persons idea.

This poem is about my annoyance of poets, artists and musicians, who create in a certain way because it is popular at the time. I've been involved in music a lot and scene bands change their sounds to agree with current growing trends whether they've insulted the genre thems ...

a poem