An Ocean of Notions

Unthinkable Imagination

Hey!  You want it?  You told me that you needed it...
Hey!  You got it?  It kind of throws me off in the middle of a senta...

Like woah, I wonder...if you ever had a reason other than the casual sex,

but what was I to expect?  Other than that public neglect.
Good for the both of us, but it was like a fly upon the neck.

Flicked off, so instead it landed on some stick from where it took off,

again, and died well within twenty-four.  Sometimes we stick the landing,

Sometimes we kiss the floor, but I call quits...

I'm done with this particular w***e.  Oh no he said it,

should I get the two by or the particle board?

Hey!  You want it?  You told me that you needed it...
So Hey!  You get it?  I never wanted to seed it in...

Take in the moment, you must own it.
It may be the last supper you didn't earn with uppercuts.
Cause there is not enough, for the people who refuse their jobs,

Who sit in pity, being payed by the city,

We all got problems, but not enough resources to solve them.

Author's Note

Rough.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"We all got problems, but not enough resources to solve them."
A wise President said. "Work your way out of poverty." I worked two jobs for 30 years to insure I had what I needed. Can't wait for the answer. Need to be involved in the activities to improve your life and possibilities. I like your thoughts in the poem. Can't swim in self-pity. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote