Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2019
This one says this
That one says that
This one does this
That one does that
What’s the buzz?
Does anyone know –
**** all that ****
Let it roll

Nothing sticks to me
I let it go
Why carry the hurt
of something unknown
Whatever they say
Whatever they do
Whatever think
Has no bearing on me

I’m a fireball of energy
No fierce wind can ***** me out
I’m rolling like an eight ball
Last one on the table
When they all fall off to the corners
I’ll be whispering meow
Always on the prowl
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
68
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems