Seth Proch

Rookie (July 2,1986 - not yet / Bennington, VT)

Broken Basket Blues - Poem by Seth Proch

Had me a basket,
Filled it with eggs,
Dropped that poor basket,
When the earth missed my legs.

Tumbled through life,
Shell of a man,
Got egg on my face,
Got dirt on my hands.

Ain't got no basket,
It's all gone to waste,
Ain't got no future,
Cause I planned it in haste.

Oh Yolk-o!
Gotta slow down my pace,
Don't you know baby,
Can't leave eggs in one place.

March 21,2010

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 8, 2010

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