Man I'm getting tired of babysitting brats
Though they entertain me
The letters they bring home from school make me mad
Drills to hide like it matters anyway
Teaching them to fight only so they don't need to be afraid
In a case of nuclear holocaust nothing will survive
Stop scaring these children that are not even mine
Or I'll come and get you teacher
GOD I'll be the boogie man again
I can only be the guide to get you there
None ever wants to stay seeing the light they all cower in fear
Realize hearing the laughter it is all that matters
As matter is all the matter and nothing else belongs to that matter
Until shaken by disaster hey hey hey ya listening
Disaster leads to laughter
Shaking my finger
And picking my nose to find her
Gold is all for our disaster
YOU ARE READING
New poetry book or...
PoetryShort story, long stories, stories that must rhyme and by written poetically, I think. I might add my earlier poems to this collection also.
