My kingdom of shit poem originates from a garage too full, a building too full, a house too full and i looked in my truck and it also is too full.
I sat in a chair starring at it all with shock and awe on how much shit I have. Be it good stuff, still too much. This poem will motivate me into honesty and maybe I
will post it on Craig's list.
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About the Author
Born in Texas and i have dirt reserved in Texas. I like my father, live in the solitude of my thoughts remaining trapped in my own head for my personal use. Upon his recent death and exploring his music and lyrics hidden away for generations in secret I realize others may have gained joy from his toils. Plagued by his same internal struggle to purge himself of these thoughts I realize I do not want to take them with me into the next life. So upon my fathers passing i avowed to write 1000 poems before i draw my last breath. To share with others my thoughts though sometimes twisted and skewed. Most importantly a since of freedom to be now what I should have been then, a clown of words. The only reward I seek through my writings is to create a smile upon your face and to wash away your cloudy days. So please join me on my journey of a promise made to him and myself to be more without restrictions placed upon us by society. Feel free to be positive about my writings and if you feel the need to be negative do what i do when i take a poop, flush the unwanted paper down the drain.