by Unknown
Jul 2010 441 Views 7 comments
Huh?
What am I doin'?
Writin' in the dark..
Will I say anything?
Will there be any spark?
Where am I goin'?
Could be any damn where...
Where will I end up?
Over here? Over there?
Wanda Sykes on the TV,
Ranting, Raving...
My fave butch comic,
Out and Braving.
Here I sit, pen in hand.
Wonderin' where I am.
Guess I'm here. Where are you?
In the joint? On the lam?
Lemme know, how it goes.
Are there doves, hawks or crows?
How am I? No one knows...
Just lookin' at my ugly toes!
Writin' in the dark..
Will I say anything?
Will there be any spark?
Where am I goin'?
Could be any damn where...
Where will I end up?
Over here? Over there?
Wanda Sykes on the TV,
Ranting, Raving...
My fave butch comic,
Out and Braving.
Here I sit, pen in hand.
Wonderin' where I am.
Guess I'm here. Where are you?
In the joint? On the lam?
Lemme know, how it goes.
Are there doves, hawks or crows?
How am I? No one knows...
Just lookin' at my ugly toes!
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Posted: Jul 2010
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