Sunday, June 13, 2010

Why I Don't Write Poetry - Part 11

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.


Shaddy said...

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.

Parrot Writes said...

This is great! You done good! Looks like some of my days recently!

Walk said...

Thankie Ladies, just a glimse of what it's like to go to work before the sunrise and caffeine.

Anonymous said...

I love it! Poetry with a smile.

Gullible said...

Hey, get them specs on straight or y'all be pouring' coffee in yer eyes 'stead of yer mouth.