(2014)
There sat a house Above the ocean They say when in it To not cause commotion If it were to teeter
It’s been a week Since I left my house The snows blocked me in And I can’t get out It’s really a bother
Could a time machine exist if it was built to fix the wrong because if we have a perfect past we wouldnt need one
This poems the worst Nothing like the first My ideas are scattered about And the pages run out I’ve got better things to do
You can hide it in make up But I know it’s still there A face designed Only to scare You can try to distract me
I’ll grab one part you grab the other then well run away from each other if it tares there’s no winner
Large heels Small meals The life of an actress Long scripts Thin hips
I am the one Who lives in your vents Its a rather nice life Not worrying about rent My favorite hobby is
I just witnessed a crime what do… Do I tell the cops what I had to… But I’m afraid if I do I’ll get… Since one had looked at me Oh well here it goes
He wore a helmet every day And pads on each limb His biggest fear was the moment An idea would hit him
She comes out of the ocean at nigh… To fold my clothes and clean my be… She like to pick up after me And make sure I’m always fed Slippery floors is the only price
I set a net to catch the thief That ate my food at night Since every morning I wake up To find no food in sight When the trap went off
The pop gun out law rode from town to town on his steed he’d ride wearing his hat like a crown his name they would call
I’ve sat here waiting On the corner of markway and dessm… Waiting for the perfect girl To come knocking at my door I often sit and wonder
A kid in class Who’s boredom grew Released an air plane And away it flew Down the hall
