Wednesday, August 24, 2011

I'm writing here and there...
Just readying for something to break...
[wonders about his mistake]
I'm writing you,
and whadya do?
You make me late
for pottery class.
[finishing school]
Everybody know the rule:
you break a thing,
you don't get in.
You make me run,
I might go down.
It'd be a shame
and a waste...
You're costing me all of my second chances!

1 comment:

Libby said...

the pains for perfect posture. P`s all around