poem – It ends with .com

Metamorphosis

Old shoes, new shoes, No more old steps, Old you, new you, Lots of progress, Old plan, new plan, Act

Why am I back? I’m bored at work, I played with words, Like game of cards, I used my hands,

My flash back, a hit-show, Clear, bright, 3D vision, That high resolution, Like my television, A guy on a mission,

Hey you? What’s new? Good news? Nah news? Real news! Fake news? Great news! Hate news, Who knew,? Hate could,

I thought this would sound deadly, That sweet smooth kind of medley, Instead it sounds more deathly, Than Bruce AKA

I thought I’d write a poem, A little something going, I hope it don’t be boring, If so I’ll just

No title, if asked I’ll say love poem, Untitled, welcome to my mind noise, Unbridled, just jumbled up white noise,

There’s times when I cry like kid Those times when you heard my needs, Or times that my heart would

Pata potea, hide and seek, Dawa zoea, you are sick, Turban valia, like a Sikh, Punda zuia, it will kick,

Hey all this is Martin, Not blogging but writing, Dope poems for reciting, Stop goin, it’s exciting, How is it