I am three feet tall.
I am capable of stopping a semi.
Though I'm short, people usually avoid me.
Except teenagers.
For some reason I give them pure joy.
They enjoy taking me out on their reckless endeavors.
Then, they're always stealing me away from my family and making me stay at their house.
Little do they know, I always have an escape plan.
Gotta leave them wondering how I disappeared.
I always do!
-5:00am morning cigarette thoughts of a traffic cone
-D.O.
Yeah, sorry guys, this is how my brain looks at things. It will only get worse from here lol. Y'all, this is your chance to close this book and throw it in a dumpster fire! If you read past this part, you did it to yourself!
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Through Weathered Eyes
PoetryThis book will contain poetry, prose, musings, and songs. Throughout a life of consistent chaotic circumstances, one's mind must manipulate mechanically to adapt. These words are what is heard between the creaking of the gears. There is no theme or...
