Poem: Reaching For The Word

Roll out another one drop down the word for the day and the word, baby, is ‘legs’

want to go home and spread the word

don’t slap me, if I sound absurd I’m only drunk and dreaming

I know you could try and have me arrested for holding on to thoughts that could have you molested

but I’m seventeen years old so I only know the truth when I reach the bottom of th…