Just some bad poetry: --- On Covid: eyes burning and not from crying is this covid help I'm dying --- For my friends: Ghana Is a place Meghana Has a face --- Shellfish and cakes Michelle fishes And bakes --- An incomplete poem: (I'll treat anyone who comes up with the last two lines to a coffee) My head is filled with stuff Words are all just fluff And they garble in my mouth Yet I repeatedly spit them out They go back into my brain Through my ears and cause a drain Now my mind is full of crap And has thoughts my head can't wrap So this poem's come about On my fourth late night out --- Sad I never thought of a day When you'd be so far away I thought we connected So foolishly, I expected For you to be there Waiting for me Read more: https://ruchipendse.blogspot.com/2019/10/sad.html