Poems from Mercwithamouth
(In memory of Farrah)
Every day I hear the thunder clap.
1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi, 4 Mississippi,
I count the seconds...
There’s a question I want to ask.
It’s a small question, and it’s certainly not important.
It’s petty, irrelevant.
But I want to ask it all...
Everyone wants a story with a happy ending,
A sweet end with music and flowers and true love,
Where the guy gets the girl,
Good triumphs...
The day of auditions, I was calm.
I didn’t fret, I didn’t freak.
And every time I saw someone who was losing their mind,
I went up to them...
There are four types of heroes
Don’t believe me?
I’ll show you
The first type is a hero born with power
Often they come from planets and...