(2014)
This poems the worst Nothing like the first My ideas are scattered about And the pages run out I’ve got better things to do
Tomorrow I shall seize the day Tomorrow I’ll go on that run Tomorrow I’ll wake up right on ti… And get the yard work done Tomorrow I’ll finish that book
On a bench in the park sat a man dressed in grey feeding the seagulls that flew in from the bay he wished he could glide
Today I wore my bikini out To every single store I got so much attention You couldn’t ask for more But I was a little upset
I gathered up my feelings and put them in a box I hid it in my attic and sealed it with a lock since then my girl left me
I made a 42 decker sandwich With every ingredient inside But upon seeing a tear was brought… And for days and days it sat as I… For I simply cannot open my mouth…
This is the boat of issues come on hop in here son “I don’t know if theres room to fit” “who’s one here?”
His pencil would not write No matter how much he would scold… “It’s not about the pencil boy” “It’s about the one who holds it”
I set a net to catch the thief That ate my food at night Since every morning I wake up To find no food in sight When the trap went off
I always tuck my tongues Down into my socks I wouldn’t want them to scrape the… And have to taste the rocks I look out for my shoes
Large heels Small meals The life of an actress Long scripts Thin hips
Never go to the circus You wont return the same My image is ruined and a tent is to blame I entered fit
There was a man With the largest of eyes They said he could see For miles wide A job as a lookout
Tippy Tom liked to drink Tippy Tom would raise a stink Tippy Tom would stumble out Tippy Tom would walk about Tippy Toms gone missing
Alone lived a man Who only drank glue The cause of his problems Is what no one knew As a child he’d get sick
