"cander" poems
Now I shall write a poem that rhymes
one that chimes with our times
A lyrical jest. A tongue twister at best
You could read what I write and you might think
Oh My Gosh this will drive me to drink
but having written for days to find the edge
I stumble upon a literal ledge
where words have no cander and a clown met a panda
Ok. Fine. Not what you expected
but Grammars out the window
and your authors not really invested.
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 4:50 AM UTC
It's over,
I'm ready,
My head is getting heavy,
Release me, I'll sleep
My last lights are fading
And.
With cander,
I'm looking back in anger
I'll take the first exist while the world's getting blander
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC