Annoyed?
Stand up...
Hiccup
Makes you shut up...
Looked in my pockets
Starving! No food! Just dockets...
Angry fire, hungry,
when lacking what to engulf...
All throwing the baits
Poets resemble fishermen...
Cruising in poetry market,
with all his favorite poems...
Money's not resting
anywhere but in pockets...
There was loaded on a ship, a donkey
who fell in the sea cause of a monkey...
My eyes deceived me,
as the smell of cotton candy...
I sit on my usual seat
On the tattered leather sofa...
Losing things was always my curse
I need somewhere for my things to immerse...
The whisper in my heart
Is of another daytime...