(2013)
WTH?
It’s a magical thing A pencil A thing you use Every day And take it
Why? Why must everyone write with woe? Why do they? Why do you think of dark? Why do people cry?
Chiming Rhyming In a tone Beats Raps
Today Is a cloudy day No. It really is. I promise.
First As the Pink Panthers Small children Play on even tinier fields. Second
A drip, A drop A flip, A flop A tick, A tock On the door A clip[, A clop
Years, ticking by Ticking by By-and-by On their way To age me still
A steaming kettle About to explode A moment passes by A high shriek Pierces the air
Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Pitter Pattter Rhythm of rain On my window
Pedal, pedal, hard up the hill My bike’s wheels groaning With the effort Switch gears Click, click
Poems, poems, are everywhere On the ground and in your hair 'Cause that’s true, there’s some t… Use on up and I won’t care Read them out; don’t despair
Running fast On the bare terrain Might be your last So enjoy the strain Predator is last
Tastes like Night air Crispy like Crunchy like Everything else
I’m in the dark. You leave me out of everything. How am I supposed to know anythin… I’m not. But you ask anyways.