” billy bob biscuit – 1 – burnt ” β—‰ πŸ’ β—‰ every day poetry 89

kenneth james

billy bob, he was just dough

he had no where to go

no way to get there

and nothing to show

πŸ’”

show for the first day

and everyday in between

just muddling there in his puddle

he began in a full scream

πŸ’”

dribbling down the counter he did

in a saunter but really he worried

if he never got a bit of heat

always clammy he would be

πŸ’”

years he remained fuddled

nobody to cuddle his puddle

into the huddle of other fellows

where they bake for just awhile

πŸ’”

piled high, and rolled back into the thick

there he was just holding his

but not his own – but rolled he was

and in a first time roll from after that

πŸ’”

here that he goes

an epiphany into the first light

into insight and mindset

found all that echoed true & right

πŸ’”

in that…

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