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Not usually the type of poem I write about, but I wanted to get a little more creative and add some insanity to it.

Submitted:Feb 25, 2013    Reads: 26    Comments: 7    Likes: 6   

Ever wondered what it felt like to jump from a plane?

Not to your death, but to just swim in the air?

Fall through the cushions of clouds, and see the distance between you and the mounds?

How about losing touch with sanity for just one day,

and doing something you'll never forget?

Play strip poker in the streets, or maybe ride a horse to space?

Maybe you'd like to visit Paris and build a mustache cafe?

Or maybe visit the white house and load water guns with paint?

Try talking to Alice and tell her how she got to wonderland.

I'd like to visit that place and smoke some hookah with the caterpillar.

I'll even take some garden equipment and cut those rude talking flowers,

When the pigs come to take me away,

They'll see what pretty flowers I'll have on display.

I'll ask them if they would like to talk to the Queen of Hearts,

Maybe she'd offer them a beating heart?

I don't know, but I really do hope so.

Give me a second let me give God a call,

I really hope He answers this time,

And maybe He'll tell me there's something on that concrete to catch my fall?

Who knows, because I don't.

Damn, I think my time is up,

I just hope my insides aren't like an exploding bomb.


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