| Every Day |
| My eyes are sponges For the world to saturate With dirty, evil thoughts and acts. My ambition a chalkboard Easily erased by illogical, Contradicting regulations for my life. I may arm wrestle with you, My attempted nemesis, Even though you are a fool. You will be licked by a sharp tongue, And left to lay in pig's drool. I may cry but by no means Is it a sign of weakness. I wring these sponges out With clean, pure thoughts, To lift the bearing of heavy burdens. Once again I raise my head, Take a deep breath and try, try again. |
| Natalie Adkins (c) 2003 |