Pocalypse Poetry Day 3 round 1- "Moving along"
I guess I could have chose different last round
just not violence like those that got shot to the ground
I rejected the offer of weapons for food
It was surprising she didn't change her mood
nothing lost nothing gained time to depart
looking down the street which way do I dart
a pawn shop that has no interest for me
or a sports store which I don't care to go see
I am moving along want to get out of town
peace out for now see you next round.
A rhymer after my own heart.
Just trying to let the poetry flow. Been some time since I could write.