by TYLYN
Ain’t it somethin’?
Because you can read and write,
cards should be more meaningful, when really they
don’t mean. It’s all the same though.
Either way reading and writing help me too.
For they help me dream.
“Great,” you say sarcastically.
Hoping you would understand,
I wait patiently, without speaking.
Just so you really do get it, and
killing the kangaroo hoppin’ in my chest,
let me tell you a story.
Maybe it was in a land far away, and
never really possible, probably, improbable,
once upon a time, and I do mean that.
Pennies were treasures for kids,
queens ruled alongside kings,
reindeers didn’t have red noses,
silly me! I’m rattling on aren’t I?
Truth be told, I don’t even know what I was saying.
Uhh…math? Philosophy? No, literacy?
Venerate my genius deduction skills, would you?
Well, not to sound cocky, but I think that’s
X-marks the spot!
You know, I’m scatter-brained, and not really a brainiac, and
Zebras totally aren’t striped. (wink!)
SUBMIT YOUR WORK
