Your Friendly Neighborhood Poet
I’m trying to glide tight roping
with what I deem fly for whip lash
and hoping. I’m sort of bat crazy,
even though I’m a nonchalant Godly warrior,
with rhymes that’s potent in riddle, enigma I am,
old school with the gym raise of bar.
So get carried away I am
because I am magnetic to the field of static
with the shock of real pandemonium.
2/03/18 'The Creative Collective Anthology Series - Comic Version ' Contest
Sponsored by Geraldine Taylor
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