Not For Me
All abstract art juggles my mind
And makes me want to turn away.
My eyes are causing me distress.
I know I can no longer stay.
Too late! My head begins to spin.
My stomach turns. I’m very ill.
I should have known not to look
Before taking my vertigo pill.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2013
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