I may not be smart enough,
My reviews may be quite rough,
I calls em’ as I see’s em’,
A lot of them are right off the cuff…
I realize that some of the problem is the herb,
It gives me a high, but takes away the superb,
This does of me actually disturb,
But what the hell, I am past turning back,
I cannot get back what my brain does now lack…
I try to imagine how it is to be intelligent,
I try to be as much as I can a gent,
I leave for others some semblance of my humor,
Not being smart enough, for me, I’m afraid,
Is more than just an everyday rumor…
© ed ~ 10/2/06
Love,
Susan
Micke
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Ch'erie
Love Stinky
It's a matter of where we get our inspirations. Intellect has nothing to do with the best poetry written, or best words spoken for that matters.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Take care,
Sherry