John Shea

Rookie - 463 Points (1-28-50 / Cherry Point N.C.)

What - Poem by John Shea

who you I say
To toy with me for a day
For a week or a month

Like me now for a minite
For an hour

Damn I swallowed the seed
What indeed

Made me write something great
Like a seedless damn yankee

Blowing a redneck away
go for the gusto
That is the way

Hop on the train of truth
possum tastes better than coon

road kill will will tell you the truth
Give me a chance
To romance
Your road kill

to dance to dance to dance.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 21, 2012

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