to be three

I scream because it hurts.
I throw my toys at you.
I can't express myself.
I talk short.
I want you to hold me,
I explain this by hitting you.
I I I is me by three.
I'm simple.
Labels: poem
A nattering nabob against nascent nihilism, but certainly not consonance. The blog has expanded in many directions all at once to include poetry, pictures, and discussions of philosophy, current events, music, politics, government, and military affairs.
I scream because it hurts.
I throw my toys at you.
I can't express myself.
I talk short.
I want you to hold me,
I explain this by hitting you.
I I I is me by three.
I'm simple.
Labels: poem
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