the games you played
are no longer on the shelf
just an old joke
told by that weird uncle,
you see once a year
at the cookout
Writing, Ideas, & Stories
the games you played
are no longer on the shelf
just an old joke
told by that weird uncle,
you see once a year
at the cookout
i am just a believer
boy you are such a dreamer
get your head out the cloud
before you get a fever
too late
emergency room floatin’
the juice was flowin’
made a monsta’ out of crayons
face covered with spray ons
never mowed my own lawn
fuck this hospital
i wonder what you think of me
if you think at all
if you wave white flags for surrender
or who you pray to
if culture was the start-
was that you?
you’ve been on my mind
debating to see if you can see me
a little different
not ready for that conversation but
i can see it going there
when i am ready we will
maybe