The words I speak oozes clownery All the while jaded in mockery It’s the one thing that’s different about me It’s the thing they just can’t let be
By Messy poem3 years ago in Poets
“So how did you get to the U.S, did you have to use a half-broken down canoe, or did you swim across the ocean to get here”. These few statements marked one of my worse school moments.
By Messy poem3 years ago in Fiction
A look on time and you know our day is moving Do you feel a little groovy? Do you have plans for the movie? or is it plans for something minor