Satisfied. Stomach, food...allied.
Doodling, a frequent passtime.
One time plus one half a time
slowly pass by.
Loose strength in the eye.
Thoughts mingle, blur.
I'm asleep,I'm sure.
I see what's before me,
I'm doodler, seeing doodlee.
Pen falls from hand,
the dream began.
My head tilts slightly,
Eye lids fluttering.
The clock reads half past.
Time flies fast.
Four I awake, not all's right
I lift my head, dim the light.
Five goes by, then skips two.
I'll wake at seven if that's alright with you.
Kentucky Fried Chicken,
the grease quite thick.
Through the fridge I dredge,
yet no ketchup for my potato wedge.
At least it's food to eat,
before starvation defeat.
I'm satisfied,
stomach and food allied.
posted by Toes @ 7:13 PM
2 Comments:
haha....thats really awesome!
That was a cool poem, on a good subject I might add...
It made me grateful that I had a snack in my hand as I was reading it.
I felt so sad when I got to the part about lack of ketchupy goodness.. It was like a heartwrenching part of a good movie, when the hero's best friend dies *snif* I got all chocked up.
Sorry you aren't feeling well,
John
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