Photography by Supreme Optics Photography
August 19, 2019
Two ears; to hear themselves read.
Two eyes; at least one viewing the words I write.
One mouth; but never a taste to swallow my doubt.
The nose goes; smelling inspiration of a foe.
You won’t need hands; unless you desire to thank the man.
Blessed to have stress; how else would I write through my mess.
What about your feet? Don’t need em’ — the internet’s already beneath him.
A gut feeling to transmit? Yes — up to your brain which hold the steering eyes of your reader.
Walk with your vessel; if you can’t crawl weak one, I’ll bring it home as best done.
I’m no hack — I’ll likely fail in front of you.
But I was here. To prevail in past views.
Does this sound like you?
-Budd