Ly'in through the tooth

why is the real person that we like and who is the intrusion of mind?

 

Deep dusty confusion

longing awaiting intrusion

im like a golf bag caddy

cramped but crazy

Dont you play me 

Annabelle 

Screech marks on the pavement

With your one buck tooth

Scimpering with amazement

Your're Ly'in through your tooth

That you and your Dixie Pa enjoy

Just feel

be real

Stop breathing for just a second

And think

that drink

will destroy more than just your liver.

This special sentiment of mine

jives the inner bird in me

I dont care if im farther than you thought 

from the nest

Ill fly farther than the rest

I promise i wont let down

till you hear the sound

of the crowd 

you never thought would have existed

Author's Note

try to evaluate the rhythm in the poem

Reviews

[Unspoken poet]

Just be real, is all we can do, enjoyed this a lot