I'm tired of their endless chatter,
Those girls in my 1st block class...
My Garden
I planted a little garden...
Crowded halls, people pushing,
Binder falling to the ground...
Staring at Feet
Grungy feet, smelly feet, feet of all kind...
Poetic Diarrhea
R. Meuser...
Peddling my pedestal of potty poetry
I feel flamboyant, and carefree...
Advantage of age
your gray hairs do not show up...
Many have laughed at my admitting
that i cannot bust a move...
To make a long day pass on by
music is what i need...
THE REMINISCING OF A THOUGHT
I have a way of bringing some nice things to your...
I'd love to throw it at the wall
Hit it every time it calls...
ODE TO A FLEA
It’s personal you see, between your dawg and me...