Confused and Misused
Confused and Misused
Further down we did dig deep;
Deeper into will be our sleep,
Had counted too many sheep;
Except ones not giving a peep.
Poems may be much more possible,
When water appears to be potable,
Down throat more smoothly flowing
And no bacteria in there growing.
Why would anyone ever be eluding,
Poems appearing to be protruding;
While we continued to be confused,
Poems were mishandled and misused.
Jim Horn
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2018
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