Po-hymn.

[ConeyIslandOfTheMind]

A chunky stew simmering in the crockpot
Never boiling over,
Never scalding the copper
I am afraid of only one thing:
mediocrity
Middleclassmanship
And the loss of dreams to
maggots in the trashcan.
The truest thing I could say
Is that I'm only good at this
Aligning margins, Erasing ink
Two white eyes, pupilless
With lines and words running across
the middles
I could have held them in my sweaty
palms
At least the sunset still takes
My breath away
I am not in any position
To open a canned rebellion in the first place.

[teh-horace]

sweet :thumbsup:

[Orsino2]

Yeah. YEAH! YEAH!!!!...

That was grand. :thumbsup:

:D

[DroopySnoopy]

Uhuh. Nice. Love stew. :D

[ConeyIslandOfTheMind]

Love stew. :D
As do I. :D

Thanks ya'll. :) I was quite proud of it. :)

[teh-horace]

i read it again because i can

and i think i like it twice is much now