POEM 2

So the lost boys have decided to destroy all of their toys.
Acrobats without a net is no doubt the intention set.
Circus addiction seems to be the hottest piece of news this week.
So the lost boys are going through the blue wall of it all, no need to call in Peter.
If every elevator stopped mid blackout.
If the vegetarian kamado dragons could grow a pair and grease the frying pan.
If I could just learn how to love him again.
Deep confessions hold their own.
Deep depression here at the night owl session.
Happy was a dude who just inherently knew about gravity in essence and her obsession with shoes.
Here I am, plank adjacent and your soul just isn't enough to keep me from taking my chances with sharks.
By Matt White