Avenge

Cars drive by

And spit on my face.

I don’t know why

Maybe because Shakespeare

Told them to.

 

Sizzling feet beneath the bed

Comfort the Devil’s lair.

 

It has no tone,

But it has a message

And message gives it tone.

 

So jump in front

Of a moving train

And save the baby hares.

 

No matter what, it is I

Who knows best

For I now own the sport.


Comments:
 
Starlingpoet   Starlingpoet wrote
on 3/28/2011 1:00:55 PM
I love this poem - wish I had read it sooner. The first stanza is my favorite. Hope to see you post some more poems - thanks for sharing Jaydean @starlingpoet.

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This is another PORT (poem of random thought).
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