The poem ‘I Hope This Poem Can, What I Can’t’
Was a heartfelt attempt at closure,
If I knew where, I’d send it in an instant.
Someone knows how to deliver, for sure.
But I fear it’s not what they want,
‘Cause they had plans for my soul’s future,
And I told them, “I have doubts, go pound sand!”
Miffed and upset, anyone might deny a wound suture.
I’m sorry to disappoint, but I had to be a man.
If you had a missive that could possibly cure,
Wouldn’t you make sure it got to the correct hand?
Go pound sand!
Pound it hard! Pound it strong!
Pound it with your feet all day long!
Pound it like clown!
pound it like a cow whose spots are brown!
Pound it like the fool you are!
And pound it from the backseat of your car!
Pound it high! Pound it low!
pound it with your big fat head
in three feet of snow!!
Pound it! Pound it! Pound it!
Keep pounding!
Did I say stop!? No,you fool!
Thats 3 lashes for you!
Keep pounding!
Pound! Pound! Pound!
Pound it to the ground!
Pound it with joy
pound it with glee
And best of all, you can pound for freeeee!!