Category : Poems

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It's perfect
Ugly, but strong and sound
Excuses galore, no questions remain 
If the warden declares, so it shall be 
She holds the key, but the lock is a puzzle 
How could such a thing ever exist? 
The cell is leisure, the cot a throne 
A queen in her own mind, loved by only the rats 
Invisible to the rest 
How can she rule what she cannot see?