frisbee poem

A crowded open space Green grass and trees all around People yelling and playing Im being thrown far into the air I glide far and high and I can see everything I fall back down towards the ground and then i'm caught I get thrown again and i glide through the air and again i can see all around I get caught again and get shoved in a bag Now i’ll be stuck in this back for maybe a week Life as a frisbee sucks