Ahem Poem by Byron Cornell Ford II

she believes she is wrong
traveling down the right path
just at the wrong speed
must i feel like
an amorous commodity
possibly i am in the wrong
write the words
despite the verbs
that depress the editor
never wanted to be publish'd
i do this for my soul
muddy water city
smaller then what im used to
never stay long enough to get used to
excluding the girl thats use 2
all my idiotic tendencies
no plants
ports'
no hennessey
bring'ng back the best of me
mentally...intellectually
for the people that love the rest of me
and this half is just a bonus for them
*ahem*