There are twelve numbers on a clock,
Twelve months in a complete year.
Twelve hours in half a day.
Twelve letters in my twelve hands,
Twelve personalities that wrote the letters,
Twelve lovers to send them to.
Twelve lives I live as twelve people,
Twelve green mushrooms I have eaten.
Twelve legs on my twelve dogs,
Twelve tails which they think with.
Twelve tails which I think with,
Twelve women who should think with me.
The twelfth moon of Jupiter is Lysithea,
I can't pronounce that so I call it Twelve.
There are twelve branches on the tree I have grown,
Twelve back yards in which I have grown it.
Twelve snakes in my twelve cages,
Twelve hamsters they are eating.
Twelve husbands I was once was,
Twelve wives I miss so dearly.
Twelve schools I went to as a child,
Twelve teachers I forgot about.
Twelve friends I have never had,
Twelve sports I played alone.
Twelve blades have made twelve scars,
Twelve fights with myself.
I have said twelve too many times now,
Twelve sounds funny.
Twelve.
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Broken Souls
PoetryA collection of dark poems I have wrote in regards to various mental disorders, as well as heavy life problems including substance abuse, violence and poverty.
