Christopher Byrd Hickman

(September 10,1993 / Chestertown, Maryland)

Stagnant


After a terribly long car ride
Leaving at the ripe old time of 3 pm
I’m struggling and searching through the inside
Of my brains poetic bank ATM

But only to find that nothing is there
No matter how much I care
Or At this screen I stare
Nothing is coming to me, and it’s just not fair
I might as well give up and throw my hands up in the air
Put on some on some underwear
And go to sleep and dream about becoming a millionaire

Submitted: Sunday, September 01, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 02, 2013

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