Poetry

Like Looking Out A Window

I’m dazzling, true
If you have nothing to do
Here is where you come
Stripping nuns and
Water guns squirting – fun

On the count of 3 RUN!
Jun jun jun
I write a ton, true
Hut one, hut two – hike!
The ball, I spike

Man, give me a can of Monster
And I can work a miracle
Eat your cereal
And finish your dessert
I don’t mean to be terse
I don’t mean to be curt

My writing’s like looking out a window
On a rainy day
And today just so happens to be
A rainy day

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