MySpace, this is MyPlace, my cubicle, my cell,
a haven for poets and poetry playing a little show and tell,
looking for audience, do you like mine, I like yours,
searching for windows to wave through either written or implied,
Touching with poetic gestures just to stay alive,
MySpace , love it or leave it, some cant believe it but here it is and its making me crazy just to sit, my back hurts from no exercise, planted in this seat to long with my poetry trying to carry on, Im certain, very certain of where Im at, I feel the bars heavy of iron and thick, jail time in MySpace and we love it so were just sick, Id rather be addicted to online Ditionaries with floating tinkerbell fairies, atleast their cute and attractive but instead Im playing games with my words with no audience or interaction, I jest and joke about my work cause its the shit, so I keep writing just ask Jeeves cause Hes down with it, Youll find my name posted on puters near and far, but mostly youll find poetry in the minds and in the hearts of the people who emotionally need them...You know...
The ones looking towards the stars.........................
Originally Posted On Site: 2006-08-06 01:46:18
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