(1/30) Pleasure Principle
Welp NaPoWriMo2018 is up and running. Today’s challenge: write a poem that is based on a secret shame, or a secret pleasure. It could be eating too many cookies, or bad movies, or the time you told your sister she could totally brush her teeth with soap. It’s up to you. This was an easy choice…
It’s no secret
I like to sleep;
hell, I stay posting about
it every single week.
I do it at work,
I do it at my house;
invite me to your crib,
I’ll do it on your couch.
I’d sleep for a thousand years,
cryogenic or under a tree;
awaken on a Sunday, stretch
out my arms then yell:
Rip Van Winkle ain’t got
shyt on me!!!
© 2018 abruvanamedsly
It’s no secret
I like to sleep;
hell, I stay posting about
it every single week.
I do it at work,
I do it at my house;
invite me to your crib,
I’ll do it on your couch.
I’d sleep for a thousand years,
cryogenic or under a tree;
awaken on a Sunday, stretch
out my arms then yell:
Rip Van Winkle ain’t got
shyt on me!!!
© 2018 abruvanamedsly
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