I'm One of Those Writers Who Doesn't Know How To Spell
I’m one of those writers who doesn’t know how to spell.
One of those sunglassed men – so cool – who can’t stop shaking.
One of those beauties with a smiling face,
When a dropp of opera and a few waves of coffee,
Bring me near my dreams.
Hope is brought on by negative circumstances:
Something that didn’t happen.
Relaxation is found in t.v.,
Where everything is a count-down to oblivion.
Now I’m waiting for my lovely dad to come home,
He has some preparing of vegetables to do.
I’ll make sure he won’t notice I was crying,
Or atleast I was trying to.
Copyright Mark Pollins 2007
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