Tripped With a Ticket
Tripped with a ticket to no-oh-where.
And-not-online,
With those of like minds.
Tripped with a ticket to no-oh-where.
And not trying to find,
The rhythm nor the rhyme.
But,
Who knew...
That a vision would take a big shift.
Who knew...
Picky people would make something of this.
And who knew...
Temperatures would rise to ball fists quick,
To throw hissy fits with a striking to hit.
Tripped with a ticket to no-oh-where!
Who knew...
People unaware would actually care.
And who knew,
Those picky people would be paying the fare...
For everyone who thought they would be going nowhere.
And who knew,
Those picky people would be the ones prepared,
To shut lips up with a showing they cared.
Tripped with a ticket to no-oh-where.
And-not-online,
With those of like minds.
Tripped with a ticket to no-oh-where.
And not trying to find,
The rhythm nor the rhyme.
But,
Who knew...
That a vision would take a big shift.
Who knew...
Picky people would make something of this.
And who knew...
Temperatures would rise to ball fists quick,
To throw hissy fits with a striking to hit.
And those picky people would prevent all of it!
But,
Who knew...
Picky people would make something of this.
And do the best they could to get the folks to quit!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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