this is the poem that's going to blow up
(like ISIS Chinatown on Ramadan New Year)
in short, the one that will
put me on the map
this is the poem
which will feed all grandchildren everywhere
this is it, the poem
that will solve twenty-four thousand dollars worth of problems
I was walking under a tree
and the white pasty mess coming down on me
didn't even bother me
I upvoted You
What was up in the tree?
Bird poop.
I love how people are introducing poetry into Steemit.
The poem lovely. Keep them coming.