Treasure Island

Kenneth R. Jenkins

(1 June 1961 / Augusta, GA)

Words


I open my mouth-
And the words are there
But all of a sudden nothing comes out
And those few words that's shared
Still flows on nodoubt.

I write the words down-
And there's no meaning or rhyme
Or poetic measures to skip a beat
And something to make tap my feet.

I write down my thoughts-
But it's just not the same
With those fashioned together so
Making me screen and shout your name
To make the whole world surely know.
Somebody give back my groove!
Somebody give me back my groove
Somebody give me back my groove!


(C) 2004

Submitted: Monday, January 16, 2012
Edited: Sunday, April 06, 2014

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