Agent Orange

884. (Agent Orange) My Pet Snake

I chose an agent orange color
To assist me thru my day
Since it is London-raining
Upon my life of play

I didn’t want to discuss it
The way I can’t forecast
Every single raindrop
And so I run real fast

Playfully, I’m floating
Up here upon this cloud
And it is so refreshing
Hardly could I climb right down

If I have lost my faith
And I come in as second rate,
Then I could hardly forgive
Myself to let me live

The words forever flowing
Conversations, made a few
But the talk, it isn’t going
Anywhere – Discussion’s through

But really seems absurd
To think more than I’ve stirred
So again, I waste my words
But I break it all in thirds

I keep it simple as I can
Using three words ‘stead of ten
Since I’d rather use my time
Thinking up new words to rhyme

Therefore, I can have fun
Merely playing in the sun
Though it’s raining this fine day
Can’t be caught in a bad way

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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