Tonight’s Poetry is Compliments of my sister
I’m winning
The game
Is it true , though?
For I must be named
King of all the shows
OF ALL THE COMPETITION
is it true when you know there is a secret
Of all the games
And that is submission
You pay them off
One by one they’ll surrender
They won’t
Since you are the king
Of them all
The one who controls
The queen of the ball
The one who betrothed
You, treat yourself
When you collect your winnings
Not with glory of winning
But with, I’m trying to think of a dessert that rhymes with that
-No you fucked it up, it’s over
pop pop
Goes the little wee wee clock
It’s almost curfew
You gotta be inside soon
If you hold up a finger
If you walk a couple steps
You will be scolded
For he will be upset
If you look outside the window
It’s hot and sunny out there
You see the hose was left on
It’s bright yellow and red
Blowing in air
You think it wouldn’t hurt
You think god would oblige
For life is too short
To not suck it up and go for a ride
You slowly open the window
You don’t want mama to hear
And you run to the toy
And you run for it from there!
Slide down it
You’re wet and your laughing
And mama comes out and mama says
Sonny, you were supposed to inside
You keep on sliding
You ignore grandmama
You say life is too short
For Synagogue
-M.B
Ben Bonkoske 