oddidity
pressing down on pens make ink explode
donÕt i dare write plenty things so bold
looking at the sky makes my neck ache
looking at the sky makes my neck break
iÕm so odd
let me look down your mouth to find innards
or some splinters to keep me lonely
i stare at things that flash in the dark
squirrels eat peanuts while iÕm in the park
oddidity
why bother to make things rhyme at all
donÕt all words that rhyme; they sound alike
they all sound the same
iÕm so odd
let me look down south to know if youÕre alive
to keep me company
