Think.
Living in an ice age.
Think it’s time I found some sun.
Walking past the dark days.
Think it’s time I found some fun.
Wish upon a shooter.
Carry me wherever you go.
Think I need a soother.
Takeaway cartons overload.
Waste away another weekend.
Monday rolls around once more.
Lottery dreams are all spent.
Living hand to mouth, so poor.
You have a nice sounding voice.
I stutter when I speak too fast.
Brain doesn’t know which choice,
Is going to make them scream or laugh.
Polly by Nirvana.
Simply lyrical genius.
Polly is a gonna.
Her killer is not on Santa’s list.
(C)2026 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
-
Author:
Aa Harvey (
Offline) - Published: June 20th, 2026 13:17
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 5
Offline)
Comments1
A fun read with meaning to those grunge listeners
That would include me then. Thank you.
You are most welcome
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.