An Old Oaken Bucket full of *****
Swindling me from a spindle of rope,
Sloshing with every cup I fill
to the brim, topped with a savory foam.
I dip into the treasure on most
weekend nights with a blurry sight,
the least bit of fright, and a cup
that screams “Let’s have some fun, alright?”
I carry that cup with a sense of pride
every trip I make to fill it with *****
Too many round trips have lead to
a massive amount of mistakes made.
Being out too late, because nothing
good ever happens after midnight,
Locking lips with random women
and not re-calling any of them.
Convoluted conversations about
the string theory or religion, trying
to sound smart while I slur my words,
I successfully fail to make sense.
I’ve learned the circle of life revolves
around learning, so, how can I learn if
I never make mistakes and play it safe?
Safe to say, I’ll never make that mistake.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
An Old Oaken Bucket full of *****
Swindling me from a spindle of rope,
Sloshing with every cup I fill
to the brim, topped with a savory foam.
I dip into the treasure on most
weekend nights with a blurry sight,
the least bit of fright, and a cup
that screams “Let’s have some fun, alright?”
I carry that cup with a sense of pride
every trip I make to fill it with *****
Too many round trips have lead to
a massive amount of mistakes made.
Being out too late, because nothing
good ever happens after midnight,
Locking lips with random women
and not re-calling any of them.
Convoluted conversations about
the string theory or religion, trying
to sound smart while I slur my words,
I successfully fail to make sense.
I’ve learned the circle of life revolves
around learning, so, how can I learn if
I never make mistakes and play it safe?
Safe to say, I’ll never make that mistake.
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