Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2012
Could the world stand on its head?
I’d pay to see it,
I’d join in and stand on mine.
Belly up and trying to haul,
My sis to the asylum.

Begging your pardon,
Justice with a leash,
I had my time to think,
And wallow in the dish

Take it away bring me back,
I want to see if I can stand up again,
She was there to lift me up
Then push me down through the ceiling.

Cascade and twitch
I can feel the itch
Pain helps you know you’re alive,
Love makes you crazy
Wack Tastic
Written by
Wack Tastic
354
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems