Rhythm and rhyme
ever blows my mind
over the sands of time.
Tension over my pension
leads me to a life of
filled with over extension
and no room for expansion.
The teeny weenie little beanie
is the food that be-means me.
For in this wondrous world of ours
the silken hours unwind their powers
destinng us to live forewver in ivory towers
filled with scentless fake flowers.
Donavon Scott Vinson