Twiddling
Okay I am going to write my twiddling poems while I am waiting on God
Is that a word?
I don't care
I am inventing new words if it doesn't fit me
Why does He make you wait forever?
Does anyone know the answer to that?
What could be taking so long?
It's not like He has to think or something
Does He have to talk to someone?
Nah
He is the only One
You can just see it
He is sitting there looking at you
twiddling His thumbs
And no one moves
Time wasted
For what?
I have no idea
Okay if it's going to be like this
I am going to make use of my time
I am going to write some funny poems
until you know whom gives me a 'let's go'
Okay ready?
Why do we need oxygen to breathe
when it's in itself is flammable?
Because we are fire and we need fuel
Haha you like that?
Why do we like things that are barbecued?
Because we are primitive deep down
Ya ya
What do you look at when you look at a person?
Ha I don't even know
Never pay attention
Just look
Heck if I know
So don't be mad at me if you ask me what you look like
You should know
So I don't need to tell ya
Okay
That's it for this one
Going on the next one
lol
Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2014
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