Sitting here in a stupor,
what rhymes with stupor?
I'm just not a words kind of guy.
I am one of those folks
who appreciates the jazzy notes
of a saxophone or a trumpet on a stage.
I'm also very visual,
I like to feel the smooth
flow of pencil or a pen,
along the top of a canvas,
my only demand is
that there be some music to guide my hand.
I was never good with words,
it just seems so absurd
to try to rhyme and write poetry on demand.
It makes more sense to me
to listen to the revelie
of some trumpets or guitars in a band,
and a lot more straightforward
are the colors of a palette board
about to paint the sky and/or the sea.
I do appreciate
some of the greats
like Edgar Allen Poe, Da Vinci, or Chopin.
"Words are just not my style",
I say with a smile;
I STILL prefer the sound of a band.
Im not that linguistic,
I'm MUCH more artistic
in the musical or the visual sense.
I'm so good in fact
that with little tact
I'll rival even the greats!
After attending a university
I'll have my master's degree
and I'll be a cool teacher at some big school.
I'll make all the students joyous
as we strike up a chorus
or just paint our troubles away.
My only problem being
is that i dont have enough green
to pay for my education all the way.
I have to rely on
the state to supply all
my tuition every year.
Although I am very grateful
it just wont be able
to finance my all of my fees.
I apply for scholarships
in the hope that they will equip
me with the means to get my degree,
and, hopefully, the more I apply,
I will not be denied
access to my wildest dreams.
Someone out there
has just got to care
and give this poor sucker some green.