With all her babies
Tucked in bed...
One day in the hood
One poor mama fly...
Fly like a helicopter
In the same place...
Two little mosquitos
Just sitting about...
That poor little dry well
At the top of the hill...
My poor little heart
Fell off the wall...
It seems nothing is new
Batman was a plagiurist...
My mind is blank
Why can't I write...
I thought a sonnet I would try to write.
And trying such I found no easy task...
My inner weekend
just kicked sand into the face...
I get bored with one word conversations .. when I...
conversation is create...
"I love you"
Remember the crazy words I said before...