I’ll make you pucker And turn your stomach So take me with a grain of salt
Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus
Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type
I had to shut everyone out To find my Self So I could let everyone in
I crave the things I like And not the ones I don’t If that makes me an addict, then Apologize I won’t
Jeffrey is my friend Until it’s the end Always gonna be There if he needs me
Treat yourself Like you wish others Would treat you
snow rains and flushes mental cocaines
We chose a path Not like the rest It took a strength That can’t be matched But since we have
Wish I was a shepherd With a flock of sheep Sitting on a hillside Grass beneath my feet Watching over loved ones
Really want to ask you out ‘Cause I feel a special bout Of the things we dream about Discipline and love devout
I need to be Out in the bush Not just a mere Craving or crush It’s a huge piece
Working towards Common goals
I’ve never known The salve of rest I’ve only felt Drums in my chest And when I think
I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair
