All wants and shiny things deprived of lovely.
And slippery green men are needed.
Slip slip turn, Twist and wadded up.
Wooden nickel flipped flicked
At a moments glance can be ruled great in its simplicity
Days later a nuisance.
When seats of front row are behaving and looks are believing
Things of such natures are not bland and gritty.
Or not put into the cerebral matter of mine
That’s when I make a cardboard cut out.
For all to see and despise.
Controlling unbridled stupidity.
Foolish is the rider and as well
As the writer.
Fold and gripped tight.
But for fires light not.
And with whom friends are forgot.
Hearts hurt when not wanting but needing of such men as would be paper-thin.
And when each week we begin.
And we end with long times toil.
And we labor and labor and all fall down.

Unheardof
Justin H. Sanderson