so I'm a day dreamer equipped with fists shanks and thoughts
how bout that? a kid with heart, a uke and he thinks alot
i dream of dreamers sleeping on reams only on dreams
seems obscene but its not its just a figment from a stream
where i cast a little pale shimmering for gold maybe mold and possibly for soul
its what i've been told but of course i don't have any control on the news maybe
a thought i've never thought before or maybe even two
hullabaloo up in my mind
consuming all my rhymes its sublime how i do the crime but certainly not the time
-SMACK-
comes a ruler fighting at my invention a correction at a dream i drum before went to detention.
(a poem i wrote right after i saw the word day dream on facebook)
in other news:
i just ate a bk burger.
Friday, July 10, 2009
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