"jackassery" poems
Salt in my veins
Revolution in my heart
Letting loose the reins
Finally getting a start
Twenty four years later
After my birth
Grabbing the Mercator
******* in my girth
No longer ignoring
The calls of the shores
Set forth exploring
Opening the doors
One to a lake
Largest in the West
My option to take
And call it my best
The other a sea
Foreign as mars
Alien life to me
Whole new set of stars
This is my option
Can't be made haphazardly
Not sold at an auction
No time for jackassery
Interviews lined up
Will tell the tale
One for a backup
Should I likely fail
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 1:22 PM UTC
i hate poetry
but i thrive within it
the jackassery
the relevancy of self
let me feel important for once
oops it is forgotten
that i am important all the time
but only to myself
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC