My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning.
I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
Tuesday, December 27, 2016
Ketchup
I'm still waiting...
for something good to catch up to me.
For ketchup to be fashionable
and mustard to seed.
See me skating on destiny
just you watch and see
when I catch up to me!
Dude I love that ketchup poem 😊 no joke lol
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