Free write #2
Sometimes I speak my mind but it always comes out alien,
They call me a joke, laugh at me like Sarah Palin then,
But Punchlines can leave us punch drunk and blind,
like a stalker sayin he’s swayed his angel divine,
And I’m, a picture that speaks a thousand words,
and the only sound louder comes from my thousand verbs,
And i will beat a dead horse before i beat my dead mom,
and i’ll race into the sunset even when my legs are gone,
Head strong, got the steel in the skull,
my wheels ready to go to blaze the road to this poem,
The tails from my dog’s days, clipped and collaged,
Wag on the wall for all to judge like counterfeit Gods,
Spare the rod and you’ll spoil the lighting.
that’s a shocker.
Life uses testicles to play soccer.
Every bad day is a good day in hell,
so i treat my problems like the damned and say “oh well”
Also 2marrow I’m getting my camera back (which I loaned out) and I’ll have my pics from Missouri to upload. :3