POEM: Axing For a Friend

Does this apply to me: just asking.

Axing For a Friend

How ponder US
Me and mine feeling
Endangered
Buy a flailing economy
And the whirled’s resources
Being taken
Off the table
Or under
Duress
Suspecting my enemies
Knocking down my adore
When awe we knead is
A simple inquisition
An easy determination
To cut down a forced
Or due my doody
In sum fashion
Wear my concern lies
Not for me
I am just
Axing for a friend

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