Mice with lice
All that can die
Better they shine
No refunds for overtime
Larger than patience
All that can design
Move the conveyance
Mettle the temperance
Maze. Mustard. Rye.
-by Thomas Typewriter
verse
“What self” – a new poem by Thomas Typewriter
poetryA beautiful thing
Yes, a beautiful thing
Sits alone on a shelf
Wondering,
Pondering,
What is my true self
When I find
To my voice,
To my charms,
All are deaf
-Thomas Typewriter
Thomas Typewriter 