The Midget Poem by justin byerline

An empty glass
without a class to pass
miss my dog
her name was taffy
miss my mom
her name is kathy
am i a man
or am i a boy
am i a tool
or am i a toy
am i a mule
or are you the fool
put me in a jar
so you will know where to find me
and i wont be very far
i wish i could rid myself of this scar
from your drops and drops of hot tar
if i could only find somthing lagit
cuz compared to the rest of my poems
this ones a midget!