Poetry Sunday

Segway

Ashes
To Rashes
Dust
To Rust

Scooter
Too fast
Soon
Must crash

Big wheels
Stability
On track
Not sold

The Dream

Nobody told
Me
That the
Crotchless panties
Were so
Comfortable
I must be
Living
The dream

Faded

No
Not in
The stoner
sense

Sent
To the back
But not like
Blacks on buses

Just
Forgotten
Like that video
You don't remember

Well
You wouldn't know
About that video
Since it's a secret

What?
No, honest
It's not you
Not wearing pants

It's just
Me
Not wearing
Pants...