Short poem
This poem is short
A short poem for you
If life was long
This poem would be too
You can only be this short
To read this poem
If your are myopic
See in the short distance
Then these words you might notice
Short poem for you close friends and distant foes
Short poem for your quick thirst
Mirage in the distance
Made futile by camel toes
This is a short poem
Hey tall people, this ain’t for you
Skyscrapers to the side we can’t see the stars
This is compassion for the vertically disabled
That can do flips under the bed and hands stands under coffee tables
Those who’s lack in height is always made subject
Referred to as cute because beautiful is too high to put to effect
Short people, don’t forget, God allows things to grow until they become perfect.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC
Short poem
This poem is short
A short poem for you
If life was long
This poem would be too
You can only be this short
To read this poem
If your are myopic
See in the short distance
Then these words you might notice
Short poem for you close friends and distant foes
Short poem for your quick thirst
Mirage in the distance
Made futile by camel toes
This is a short poem
Hey tall people, this ain’t for you
Skyscrapers to the side we can’t see the stars
This is compassion for the vertically disabled
That can do flips under the bed and hands stands under coffee tables
Those who’s lack in height is always made subject
Referred to as cute because beautiful is too high to put to effect
Short people, don’t forget, God allows things to grow until they become perfect.
Myopia, vertical disabilities and an Apollian complex. My short treat.
