On my feet

I traveled down the calidascope

Until my head was heliotrope

But it was never more

than I could cope

with

 

I bit down on the wistirium 

and laughed with lungs 

full of helium

untill I

beat back the delirium's

vicious claws

 

Now I'm headed up

up up

the clock

To where the dirt tastes

like hemlock

but I know I'de best kill the shock

and choke it down

 

Because soon enough it will all be done 

my feet will meet ground

my head will taste sun 

because if I can bear it

then I've good as won

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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