POEM

Amongst the storm I would like a Rock.

That doesn’t shake too much when the earth quakes,

And when I wake in the morning

My head is dawning on your belly.

It’s on,

But we’re not watching the telly.

Your smelly farts sent the attention astray,

But it’s ok I’ll more than put up with you this way.

Kind eyes are no surprise behind your wise smise.

I can climb you like a mountain top.

I can sit and picnic on your chest.

You help me to do the things I do best.

Love me when I can’t love myself regardless of wealth.

Inspired by your art I start to part with my doubt and shout gospel words finally heard by those who wish to hear.

To seek cheer,

Steering the fearing changeless twats who need a good shearing.

The strength I have to cut the hair of those who don’t care to share.

I can do this because you are there.

And yet I must learn to be ok alone because right now you are not at home.

I don’t know where in the world you might be and if it were up to me I probably wouldn’t choose to see.

To ruin the journey and process untold,

Universe take me to what you behold.

I know I’d like a Rock.

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Written by Ted Rogers “Artpornblog”

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