ripple waves
as i sit on the beach,splashing water with my feet,i fantasize the sensation of being a ocean born creature.the mullet,a featured performer to the partisans of the order,the sea,jumping and splashing with dexterity.scaring the minnows god created with his pen,though,i cant help my self to think,the bashful flounder,who lives to sink.this would be my choice,if god could hear my voice.the law would be,i could do as i please,flounder with ease,the sharks i would tease,find my spot,choose my lot,as for being a person,i forgot.this would be me,if i could do as i please.
This poem was written by chris bowen on Jun 18, 2008.
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