I’ve been running
much like she
going somewhere
yet getting nowhere
I sight a pot of gold
yonder horizon
I paused just for abit
but it gets farther
the landscapes change
orange to brown to green
my feet they stay still
I stretch my fingers
I never win
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1 comment:
lol! ure poems on me blog made me laugh!
ok so this is my lamest attempt at Marathon
I've been jogging
on the treadmill
going nowhere
yet getting somewhere
I sight a pot of lard
pondered its tastes
I hastened for a bit
but it gets juicier
my waist size changed
light brown skin darkened
my feet I cannot see
I can't even stretch my fingers
I never want to do another Marathon
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