"skinney" poems
This is an Instrument a Verser must have
Without it, we cannot Write with Love.
This Tool, yet so small
Does so many for All.
Ink-Filled Skinney,
With a ball-soaked head.
Passing-out stains of Blue Blood
And creating Words which Read.
People throughout Literacy
Seek for this Sword.
To furnish their own Feelings
And Bsuiness in the Ring.
It all started,
With a large, downey feather
From the Swan's sacrifice,
Dipping the tip with sticky paint,
And scribbling onto leather.
Paper, in progression, was its Factor
Then came the Fountain - Civil Man's writing major.
This Pen does well
And so does much.
Ink goes up,
Goes down,
Though still plans to Blot.
However it may be,
How the Ball-Point was born.
"This is way Better!" People would say
And now - the New Century - is still
Used today.
And because of it,
Production was born
In Business, Literary and most
Of all - Journalism
Was so Progressive.
And so this ends,
This Tale of the Happy Ballpen.
Of Friend's in-take,
Which is needed much in the Open.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
i feel like the world is too racist.
people say that racism doesnt exist anymore
explain to me why people make fun of gays.
people say gays got nothin on me
bigger people are afraid to show their stomach
people say theyre fat
transgender people are afraid to be who they really are and need to be.
people think theyre crazy
i just dont understand. white
policeman are killing black|hispanic|mexican|and all of the above
racism still exists.
EQUALITY needs to step in
gays are people too.
they like the same gender... um okay. they have a different personality.
bigger people are bigger. they eat more. okay.
mostly the world is the reason. they fet made fun of. the only answer is food.
transgender people dont feel comfortable in theyre own bodies. they want to feel comfortable. they want to be their own kind of beautiful
answer my prayers and love one another. gay or straight. black or white. big or skinney. girl or boy.
be equal and love
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC