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Plan B

I sit, think; catch a quick wink as the ship sinks. My instinct is to lip sync till the slip’s pink. Can’t win fights when my chin swipes reach only shin height. And when kin likes taking Schwinn bikes to my wind pipe. It’s useless. I’m an aloof spruce, I’m fruitless. The looseness of nooses is becoming a nuisance. Screw this. Hope has gone the way of the dodos. I pack my bindle full of beans and hop a train with the hobos.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 6/23/2013 3:11:00 PM
Love the twisted humor and word play. Very talented writing and so enjoyable to read :)
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Date: 5/25/2013 11:54:00 AM
Ryan, your poem is very enjoyable :-) A nice warm welcome to Poetry Soup. Wishing you the best in your writings. I hope you find this community to be one of the best. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets, and myself? If you ever want or need feedback on any given poem, please look me up by clicking on my name anytime you're on line. I'm looking forward in becoming your #1 poetry soup fan. Keep me posted every time you post a poem <3 LUV ~SKAT~
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