just venting out some mother goose type widdo bits… before i hit the pillows… nothing creative or deep.. just something to put me to sleep…
pov’s
are funny little things
sometimes punny little things
but they always have wings
spread wide
like lids
in the dark
trying to see the light
someones always wrong
at the same time always right
pov’s
are funny little things
is it lemonade?
or ice water with sugar and squeezed lemon?
is she gay?
or does she just prefer the company of strong beautiful women?
is he or ain’t he is my baby?
or was she promised the keys and his heart with stipulations maybe?
there will
never ever be
simplistic clarity
as long as
there are
p.o.v.’s
and guess what?
that was just me
and mine
so go on ahead and hit rewind
as sure as air i know you’ll find
your very own
and you should go
right along with it
because if u don’t
no one else
will give a
shznit.