GIMMICKS

Gimmicks.

 

Gimmicks

give me kicks

like

treats and tricks.

 

Gimmicks

give me name a face

and 

me butt a place.

 

Gimmicks

give me eyes looks

like

crooks with hooks.

 

Gimmicks

give me words a mouth

and  

me feet a stage.

 

Gimmicks

they're all the rage.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

Comments

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741