PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

if i were you, i'd swallow an astronaut

atomically rendered, my aerospace museum

put an arrow through my parking space

i knew you should have seen them



if i would've known you were an airplane pilot

i'd fold trash upon your garbage can

some straw flies southwest, heading east

some flies west, a boy of cow the dust, it says



i am more than a human, but i'm still alive

if these words stay true to tell me how to survive

i'm a living example of the ocean's current

but were i currently an ocean, i'd be dead



the earth's equator is frightening to some

but were the earth equilateral, i'd be a bum

you can take all the fingers, next the thumb

but maybe not next year, all the days of which are numb



the kings and policemen, they're on a quest for glory

at their own leisure of course, perhaps they all were spacemen

some rockets go to the moon, and others don't

scott baio probably ate the others, meaning the rockets

of course