The worlds in our hands, the contract written throughout
Our palms,
They nervously threatened us to change, who are we to remain
Calm?
Our theories seem a little more off base in these extra
Innings,
Who are we not to understandingly judge a loser by his
Winnings.
Could we impress this room full of comedians by not
Grinning?
Some of the few who believe in "Drunken Love" can't recognize a room
That's not spinning.
Rendezvous with heroism, we could save the date if we knew the
Day,
Some say Shakespeare was actually out of bounds if you review the
Play.
We identified the fire starters but not the makers of the
Fuel,
Pinning the tail on donkey to claim our 40 acres and a
Mule.
Still at times camera shy, we can cheat if the angles
Fair,
"Using the Old Noodle" in Hell's Kitchen now they're jealous of our
Angel hair.
They thought we couldn't hang but somehow we learn the
Ropes,
Not all thieves remember to wear their ski mask before they hit the
Slopes.
For every four doors that we open, we close
Five,
Before investing stock in a "Pinocchio" you must anticipate a nose
Dive.
Shots fired, we had a blast, but we also had to bite the
Bullet,
A prank is just a simple plan until someone has the guts to
Pull it.
We've learned to place our trust in someone that is not
Self,
Not all bottom feeders are hungry enough to reach the top
Shelf.
About the Creator
Michael avant
Hello fellow creators. In short I'm nothing more than a very big fan of this art form we all love called Poetry. Playing with words and thoughts, bending and twisting ideas is all part of this therapeutic yet challenging past time.
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