I look to the west and see the east.
What's the meaning of this weird beast?
Who can respond to such a quest?
I have no answer, not a guess.
I look up and only see down.
There lies that lazy ole hound.
I wandered to the kitchen for a snack
Not walking forward, but walking back.
My world is in a tizzy
My head spins all dizzy.
Oh look, the answer I found
My bifocals are turned upside down.
5 comments:
I'm liking this poem, not just a little, but a whole lot.
I hope you rethink your self-perception as a poet. You've got some great stuff in that noggin of yours.
Don't repress it, express it.
This is great! You done good! Looks like some of my days recently!
Thankie Ladies, just a glimse of what it's like to go to work before the sunrise and caffeine.
I love it! Poetry with a smile.
Hey, get them specs on straight or y'all be pouring' coffee in yer eyes 'stead of yer mouth.
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