Days Dish Poem by Spirit Litter

(Looking)
People say as though only see season of may
Never do they lay in the pardons of their day
Only do they bar themselves in others say
Why is sum not in whole?
Why do we anger the ball? ...(silly say)
Develops rays which burn the rolling hays (history)
(Seeing)
Out puts convey. What?
That's about how much I know! (nothing)
(Being)
Beans and bark in my hand (coffee) ..
Talking to the mirror, hearing only silence
In Happiness! !
***What's wrong with this*** (giggles)