By Arcassin Burnham
Separate the pollen from the bees and,
Trouble on your mind for the long run,
The intensity is growing don't know if
You could stand,
Looking for your troubles ? Well here
They come,
I hope you know I'm planning just to
Take a stand,
Getting your pride smashed isn't a lot of
Fun,
Better be greatful you weren't born in a
Can,
If the flying bastards wanna talk,
Get the bread crumbs,
Practically a woman's world just remain
Being a man,
Most people nowadays solve problems with
Guns,
And most days I don't really understand,
/
I said it's good ......
To be locked......
In your love.....
I wish you well.....
On your travels...
Cry like a dove....
There's no way..
I could say...
All I want...
Yes they fly...
All away...
From a single stomp....
- Author: Arcassin Burnham (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 20th, 2016 11:26
- Comment from author about the poem: ©ABPoetry2016 http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/10/locked-pt1.html
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 29
Comments1
Can't wait to read part 2. Great write
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