In my wondering
pondering
desolation
I am an imp
an upstart crow
with a limp
a little bit more
than your average trickster
but a little bit less
than my average best
a sour tongue lemon zest
a speaker
drinking from a plastic beaker.
Imp
by Alienpoet in poetry and tagged alienpoet, dark, darkness, humour, imp, inspiration, limp, poem, poetry, spoken word, story, storytelling, trickster |
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