"cannabalistic" poems
So lost... No finding me now!
I could have yelled.
I could have kicked and screamed until you noticed,
but you were in a conversation and seemed focused.
You haven't told me to value myself,
just to mind my manners.
Minding matters is exactly what i shall do.
Im practicing table etiquette in the desert,
shaking hands with cannabalistic tribe members.
I'm practicing addition while managing malnutrition. Im practicing dance moves while they're planning my extradition. I wouldve lived, but I know I'd draw attention, so I mind my manners and head alone in the other direction.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC