Toss One For Relief Poem by James Onuska

Toss One For Relief



I don't care if things don't improve.
It could be considered a weakness.
I have to prove myself, I'm off the deep end.
Can't correctly send, I'm marooned there.
The sky is pinching me, I double in fear.
It's just a pinch and then it's gone.
It can't be all wrong, I only take the strong out for a leisurely stroll.
Roll on past, you've got to get there fast.
What impedes you, blinded by sheep.
Every inch they cover, the deep is on top of a hillside.
The contents are wide and far strung, I believe in trapping everything.
It's the grayest area, deep in weeds.
You have to seek it out, I float about.
More gets rubbed, it's a tub you need.
Get the hard rub, I do it to some degree now.
I'm already out of sight, pretend to forget.
I met the target, it's all I need.
School was let out, don't sneak about.
Get it corrected, dial it up please no excuses.
What does a slab know that I don't.
I'm keenly aware, tear into it.
It's like sticks, it sticks to you.
It's a nervous habit, catch your own rabbit. It has a tiny tail, lay off. Get a belt that fits you. Reduce the cost, there's nothing to boss. It's mostly glossy. Comes up rosy, I feel cozy now. It comes with its own sickness. I go on doing my fitness. I wouldn't call it bliss as you wish. What's the gene pool like. I like it's likeness. It can't compare. Much gets corrected, I had it handed out. Don't blow the whole stack. Do you have something to back it up. It comes in groups. Sometimes it gets swallowed. It's done by mistake. What's at stake. Sit by a lake. I feel the stillness.
What juts out, fall apart. It's too tart, send it back. It's just my taste. Close up. Laid to waste. I haven't graced the pages yet. Get ready, get into your stronghold. Mope about, that's no dope. Now we'll grope for anything. Ends in a slope. The end is near. Thoughts in front of me, it's deep seeded. Can you make it to the weeds before I wheeze. Thoughts are widespread. Keep it clearly there. Are you greedy. You finally met your match. The cupboards are bare. Don't stare. Brace yourself. The whole thing seems unfitting. Bombs away. You are too tired to stay.
Toss one for relief. There's nothing to worry about. Keep the approach simple, I have dimples. It's simple to take, weigh the stakes. I had them reduce the fine. I'm still in my prime, don't shrivel up. Keep your head level. Never a bell. It gets cut. No one likes stormy weather. Heads rest where there is least explaining. Do it truthfully. Have yourself a riot. Don't pirate. Get there safely. Minds are tame. Live a charmed life. Break all records. What came before me has a lot of answering to do. Do it in total. I do it with your request. What's the best like. What's final is final. Let there be no compromise. Have it rising. No sizes yet.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: abstract
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