The weeping willow so swiftly sweeps
Along the path so often littered...
Hear not the rap upon the door
Tell your mind to ignore its call...
Though some are rather arrogant
I do not profess to be...
Thsi is a jingle-type thing, like for TV...
It may not be as good as...
As she dances across the dance floor oh so...
Flip...
Stoners........ Stoners.........
were the shit...
Little do the people know
About this special fairy...
A Sestina...
She sat quietly pen in hand,
gazing out at the rain, waiting for it to speak...
Your pain is foolish,
Said the angel...
Picture the sky-high billboards
With black ink dabbled in honey to...
STOP telling me that I have changed
STOP saying you want the old me back...