A Klutz
aches and pains
all caused by myself
trips and fall
making myself bleed
my fault
a klutz
greaseful
what is wrong with me
i trip over air
i fall over my own feet
what's next
i fall in the street
get hit by a car
and not make it that time...
Copyright © Johneta Ohler | Year Posted 2009
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