"sayso" poems
Count the norm in your textbook.
Yes- you go do that.
Count the precipice angle -- is it exactly 90 degrees with respect to the negative boundaries of the page?
Yeah- better make sure you can figure that.
Count the linings of my lips:
wanna make sure they match those that'd number a smile.
For after all, who else will lead you to your exile?
Count your way through life the way I tell you to do so,
because I am the decision-maker of your pathway-- you stop, grow, and steer on my sayso.
"But teacher, teacher, if I don't assent to your tactics, why may I not tell you?"
Because sheer courtesy and precedent directs us not to.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 1:02 AM UTC
You bring me sharp
inhalation.
You feed me deep
relaxation.
I want you
but i cross my arms.
I think to much
about potential harms.
Wisk it light
fluff filled mind
and Eyes to blind.
Rewind the clock Rewind.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 8:34 AM UTC