Healing the pain
what a shame
I wish I could be out there receiving the fame
However, I'm just sitting here being lame
I wish I could be playing but I'm using a cane.
I will be back soon you just keep me tamed.

The KFC bucket has chicken
It's so good I be finger lickin
O how I can only wish that there is a dish of breaded chicken
How I love KFC the taste the feeling in my tummy

When I'm asleep
I wonder what's going on elsewhere
I wish I didn't need sleep but I do
I love it, but at the same time I hate it

The buck grazes through the grasslands
He hides from his predator, the old hunter
He soon walks away, and survives the day

The man, the man always going down to the dam.
He is the one and only that knows the jam
I wish he would talk to me but he is to busy on the slam

The Pink Pony, different from the rest
He can only wish to be like the rest
I imagine that he must feel like an cow that goes oink.
I wish I could help but he doesn't want any

I don't know to write about so it's untitled
I'm thinking I just don't know
I wish to find a dish of poetry
I can only dream of a poem
While I was thinking I wrote a poem.