Scrounging poets dumpsters | | Cruising down this alley like I have a thousand times scrounging poet's dumpsters for their discarded rhymes Ya' see I have no talent There's no way that I can write so I'm scrounging poet's dumpsters every single night the phrases I have seen that didnt make the page crumpled thrown out papers truly poets rage the oddities I've found the verbage I have read when scrounging poet's dumpsters I see inside their heads banished words and rhymes enough to fill a book that couldn't turn a phrase and got no second look scrounging poet's dumpsters a literary crook ya' see I have no talent I can not write at all so when those dumpsters call me, you know I heed the call when scrounging poets dumpsters the things I seem to find, one day,if not mistaken I think I found my mind... ©CAPTNCNNBSS
__________________  "It does too grow on trees"I make all kinds of crazy shit up and post it for the hell of it. Everything I say is a lie,and that's the truth |