Just Venting

This is an old old poem. I just wanted to add it. It was a poem I wrote when I was a sinner.


Happy wear's a frown 
turned upside down 
wish that it could be real 

trying to hide what I am feeling inside 
sorrow beckons me 
loosing my strength 
I lie breathless 
sun dried on the beach 
Like a sun dried tomato 
Glad I don't look sundried 
like a raisin or a tomato 

I'll play the glad game 
like on Pollyanna 
Well that didn't last very long 
what could I be glad about? 

Glad my horses are all gone 
Even though I never had any 
Well that about does it again 
for the glad game 

Glad I can wear a wig and go be somebody else for a change 
Glad I can burp 
What else remains 
Glad I can fart a big old man fart 
like that one day 
that was awesome 
My friend and I talked about that one for days 

Man farts are fun 
Most of my farts are wimpy 
except for that one 
How do I make all my farts a man fart. 

I am just thinking 
We need to get ribbons 
for our farts 
I was so proud of that fart 
too bad no one herd it but me 

It felt like I was digging up a tree 
and not even on bended knee 
I am a giant look at me 
back to the glad game 
man where does my thoughts take me 
I am glad I'm not a man 
There not as perceptive as I am 

glad I'm....? well I gotta go 
This glad thing and this poem is getting old 
I'm not even sure 
If I want it told. 
It all sounds crazy to me 
but hey when your venting 
you never know. 


BY : Bernice Bowling