A Poem by Imgy
I was
I am
I will be
I want to be
I can be
I might be
Etcetera and so on …
The socks go on
Two bits 4 a dollar
The race
The chase
A wild hair,
A deep, long stare …
A howl,
A flick …
The glasses arrive
The trim is set
Plug it up
Make it run
Thumbs ablaze
Trying for a win
Everybody say cheese …
Put on your bowler hat and your wings
This isn’t Kansas anymore