Yes, Another Poem
The April showers pitter patter on my brain
creating a short circuiting
Hopefully cerebrum flowers are just May away.
The cyclical bullshit is getting older
than the worn down rubber wheels of a 57 Chevy.
Crush through the roadblock and unlock
the hidden gift city behind it.
I can taste the rewards of overcoming
a rocky road.
A sweet drop of honey
dancing on my tongue.
I won’t let the world hijack
and hold my dreams hostage.
My resolve is a societal militia,
destroying the ever present evil.