What the hell?
Where am I?
How'd I get in this truck
And how'd we get stuck
In the muddy wet marsh
around the fishin' hole?
You try that again
And your little friend
Gets bent the other way
Don't point that thing at me!
You're an asshole!
I thought we were friends
Guess that's at an end
Yeah you bought dinner-
Not my fault
You had thoughts
That weren't in line
With mine.
I know your ilk
Your words are like silk
This is de ja vu
The marsh, truck, and you
Yeah, I've been here before
You slime!
The bonfire? Oh no.
I'm not gonna go
How long must I be tested
Groped and molested
Before all yall know
I ain't that kind??
YOU ARE READING
All the Small Things
PoetryThis is where all my poems will live. This is where nightmares and dreams begin. Edit on January 10, 2014: 4 more poems to go, and then this book will be ended. Edit on February 21, 2014: The 50th poem is up. This book is complete.
