the pen is mightier than the word
my motormouth is a machine gun
I Ra-ta-tat with both barrels
point my lips at your face and shoot
this hyper high is the stroke of personality
booming in spirals
messages need to be heard
YOU ARE READING
Salad Days
PoetrySad poems from sad and angry times. Written from a juvenile time (14 years old) to older. That's what you get when you leave a teen to ponder reality. A pen hits reality harder than high school survival. Original Art from Vivianne Rheaume
