Poems from Lipinski
i was going to write a poem about beer
but cut to the chase
much like how it goes, the word, bullshit, comes to mind.
and the people bowed and prayer
to the neon god it made.
songs of past so full of memory
listening to, Jesus loves you Mrs. Robbinson.......
i could write a poem about corgi dogs but no one would believe
they smile and laugh while planning your activities for the day
begging eyes...
Oh yes, we played a lot
Danced to dirty music
Pointed at the sky and said, "fuck".
The sun said nothing, and why would it, it is nothing...
Editorial proof reading
Mistakes?
More so with intentions.
What you see is not what it gained
rather, it is retrieved to serve a perpose...