Key + Board

Key + Board

No ones going to yell,

only I spell,

and cast

that mass of emptiness ,

and surge frost

that makes me toss,

That key,

It was thrown,

just like my impenetrable heart stone

that was to push,

what words that

mush and come out my mouth,

That control,

it fell off like a dead soul,

Wandering our bowl like planet,

But it helped the rebel within form sonnets

with what was not vomited,

It was not a major contributor

to that text,

It didn’t even help spell mess,

but it was family,

of that board,

that helped me soar,

It completed,

and helped those who competed

with the conceited,

For order and roundedness of

everything to be of boundness and sound,

That it was to be symmetrical and balanced,

With that letter gone,

without writing a song

being saved

as you chose to bath,

The black,

it would lack

that one part

which was played with

as you swayed

in thoughts,

What is it,

There is no visit,

to a web page,

about a sage

who can do demise,

be able to surprise,

but cause you to surmise,

that copying,

pasting

and deleting

would be some much less fleeting,

as the bless to do more

in not much time,

would such be a task,

as the flat

was at bat with

a finger,

that chose to linger,

at the wrong time

because now this rhyme is

just obnoxious

without my good friend

that caused caution,

Named the control key

Reviews

[Linda alexander]

great write, allegory is good, enjoyed it