Monday, October 2, 2017

b

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

for previous poem in series, click here





b was a boy
who was easily bored
dreamed of traveling
to distant shores

he would conquer
the native races
and bask in the glow
of their smiling faces

sit on a throne
and watch the waves
and everybody
would be his slave

folks are not always
what they seem
outside they smile
but inside they dream


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