I write so-called poems
when the nights are long--
sing the praises of false ladies--
through the dark hours
I push words out of place.
thin lips, gray eyes, blonde hair...
Mmm double smoked ham, vintage cheese, Spanish onion & smoked BBQ sauce. Melty melt... Toasties Rock!
Made the toast,
Burnt the eggs,
Never got the hang of them,
Just another other day.
Caught the bus,
Forgot the change,
Looks like I'll be late again...
"You are a bread and you want to become a toast, you gotta burn a bit."
What do you think of this? Its a bit deep, but does it convey the message?
It basically means that is you...