and no idea how to juggle
more like I'm playing dodge ball with myself
Hands over head, don't I even bother to struggle
As another ball pelts and makes a welt.
(Another one written on my bberry while on a Migun bed. No I am NOT bipolar)
Monday, March 16, 2009
Overwhelmed Juggler (original poem)
I have too many balls in the air
and no idea how to juggle
more like I'm playing dodge ball with myself
Hands over head, don't I even bother to struggle
As another ball pelts and makes a welt.
and no idea how to juggle
more like I'm playing dodge ball with myself
Hands over head, don't I even bother to struggle
As another ball pelts and makes a welt.
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2 comments:
Err.... I should know, but what's the bipolar reference? Or is it a nonsequitor?
The bipolar reference was about how emotionally different this poem was from the "My Own Midwife" one. Something of a nonsequitor, yes ;)
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