by williamwelk
"i am doing it to be
different."
holascapinia never
realized that
being different
was a lot like
being the same.
stalemate
by williamwelk
sometimes runny,
sometimes non existent,
camp food can create
a feeling i hate.
stand out
by williamwelk
thank you
for visors.
hoorah
for bandanas.
yippe
for bucket hats.
it makes the idiots
stand out.
by the skipper
the funeral parlor
is a cold and empty place,
but not today
as the sun shined on my face
the line of mourners was longer
than the length of any day
as I stood frustrated
why did God take my friend away...
aisle 8, boredom
by the skipper
build a leather computer chair
help an old lady with facial hair
blah blah blah's in aisle 9
teenage lobotomy just in time
a lad's journey
by the skipper
anchors away, said he said he
the boat it smells of rum and pee
for three long months they've been at sea
in search of treasure, in hopes that we
would dig through sand and hit a box
wishing it to be golden rocks
a sword was swung which broke a lock
it's contents was a shrimp (with an eyepatch) that talked
heave ho shove off, said he said he
there's nothing here for ye scurvies to see
the richest buried treasure be
acceptance of reality