When we romp we play.
We play so that we can romp.
We should always play.
Author Archives: RogPickler
My Love
Her smile melts me
It is a wonder she loves me
Her gaze sees my love
Boss Can Eat S**t
I was productive
Harassment at work killed me
I’m depressed and gone
He Has Risen
California Tarnished
You were so golden
Now you are a shit hole
Where have you gone
Out with the Old in with the New
It’s twenty twenty
Era of isolation
Humanity ends
What Does Covid Do?
Bans our liberties
Rules are not based on science
Rules based on power
New Year?
What is a New Year?
The hope of a better year?
What really happens?
Not
Lost but forgotten
In a place that is nowhere
House that is not
Day
The light of the day
Giving thanks to God.
Wakes us up to inspire us
