My Cloud By Glory Winzer

Words Written, typed, inked, filling The space inside my head, where perhaps there should be something Other than fantasies that I’m so eager to share with the world After all, it has so little of its own, So, you think that’s a bad thing, that it shouldn’t be that way, That, perhaps, I should get my head out of the clouds? Well, guess what! I like my clouds, I like the sky, I like the sun, And, hey, you hypocrite, get OFF of my cloud Find someone else to destroy, to tear down. (Or get your own cloud, there's no sense in ruining others’) Seriously My fantasy is my own, though many have shared it And, by the way, I think that your halo is stuck On the horns that not even your sinful perm can hide Now, get off and stay off ©Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.