Eat My Ooze
You can't force it through your fingertips,
Let it flow
Let it trickle
Let it drip.
It's your poem
Your mind
Your soul
Oozing onto the page.
You can't be told how or what
Good or bad--
All you can do is do
And hope they lick their fingers
After eating your ooze.
Copyright © Shane Mcneil | Year Posted 2011
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