"Hear Ye Hear Ye"

I have never been one to do things usual,
wet down and reusable
straight up delusional,
sometimes confusing all,
middle finger useable.

So juvenile.

I'm pretty sure I won't conform,
your judgements,
take that to the dorms,
forget your typic-ally norm,
currently uploading porn.
You'll never here me cry"im scorned".

I'm torn.

Between you and me,
this girl is overly irreverent,
open book intelligent,
in need of saving reverend,
whose arrogant, but relevant.
I'm typically benevolent.
It's evident I'm heaven sent,

REPENT!

I'm unsusceptible to rules,
except on days like April Fool's.
I'm orthodox, I kid,
you wish.
Unorthodox, reborn,Jewish

Foolish.


A pioneer for renegade,
stomping through the everglades,
formally I'd hesitate,
against the grain from day to day,
but who'd believe me anyway?
I think I should reiterate.

I say...

I have never been one to do things usual,
Chained up? Refuseable,
tied down and doable,
funked up and beautiful,
French words excusable,
the next line unsuitable.

Reviews

[S.A. Kurzweil]

This poem has serious rhythm to it. It would make a great song. Glad you shared it!

[Thescientista]

Thick skin maybe, but not tough. Thanks for reading Rick!

[rickm97]

You're tough, girl. Love it, too.