"swimin" poems
Smothered in leftover sausage ham gravy
A liver-spotted sewer-swimin' baby
Crawls up to the dumpster as Ma and Pa
Dig din din out of the can can
Before the man man comes out with the pan pan
And smacks em' all up real good like.
Homeless in the gutters rely on the
Percentage of Americans that aren't
Obese pieces of **** that finish not only
Their meals but their plates and silverware...
Some even eat the waitress.
How fat must you be, America?
Sep 8, 2012
Sep 8, 2012 at 4:02 AM UTC
I'm in sea of thoughts
Swimin' 'round my head.
The waves they toss and turn me
Can't get comfy in my bed.
Shipwrecked on this island
I'm nowhere to be found.
Memory anchors this sinking ship
Won't be long until i drown.
Don't know how I got here
On this island of regret
Must have let my thoughts consume me
Wasn't ready to forget.
I've learned that in His time
God will calm the sea.
He will bring peace to the raging waters
And ultimately, me.
All i have to do
Is let him lead the way.
Let Him be the captain
And my ship will never stray.
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC