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Me, Myself and The Stranger

Poetry By: Stormbird Throneshaker
Humor


Tags: Humor, Poetry


Poem written 01/26/2013


Submitted:Jan 26, 2013    Reads: 26    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   


I must have been dreaming that I misplaced my coffee cup

The one with the lid that I had flipped when I got up

Both of them were well hidden in the place I looked you see

There in the dish washer, looking right back up at me.

I was beginning to think that I had lost my mind,

because when it leaves I'll be going with it this time.

Just remember when you send me to that place,

give me a mirror so I can look this stranger in the face.

I'll be talking to me in the sanatorium,

trying to remember while talking up a storm.

Does myself remember just who in the world I are?

If I did now, would me have made it this far?

I'm going back to bed, for that is where I lost it.

Somewhere in the night, the sand man played a trick

It could have been when I went to the restroom in the dark.

My body's in locomotion but I left my mind geared in park.

If it weren't for my honey, I wouldn't be drinking coffee now.

She found what I was looking for while I wondered how?

I hope that she remembers when she sends me to that place,

to give me a mirror so I can look this stranger in the face.

I'll be talking to me in the sanatorium,

trying to remember while talking up a storm.

Does myself remember just who in the world I are?

If I did now, would me have made it this far?





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