what am I?
it carries much weight
but not of the world
but of it's scaffold
to the glimpsing of worlds
it's nails are not bent
it's foundation not beauty
to forward a purpose
in hurry it's duty
holds paint
at low hight
with seldom seen
cracks
with the killing of dogs
and runs from its tracks
it runs past it's brother
trapped in a box
to showcase it's house
of plastic and leather
it moves to new houses
with changing of weather
and into a mouth you dare never ever.
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 4:13 PM UTC
what am I?
it carries much weight
but not of the world
but of it's scaffold
to the glimpsing of worlds
it's nails are not bent
it's foundation not beauty
to forward a purpose
in hurry it's duty
holds paint
at low hight
with seldom seen
cracks
with the killing of dogs
and runs from its tracks
it runs past it's brother
trapped in a box
to showcase it's house
of plastic and leather
it moves to new houses
with changing of weather
and into a mouth you dare never ever.