This poem I'm going to show to you guys is something I wrote not long ago, and it reminds me of a dear friend of mine who's going away to college. I'll miss him alot, and throughout all our times together I never got tired of his goofy ways and I come to realize in things we think alike, thanks for always being there. Dopes this one is for you. Will writing this poem I actually visualized you performing the actions described in the poem and I really enjoyed writing it, I hope you all enjoy reading it...
Jingling at the bottom of my pocket
I hear the sound of bumping trickets
still these trickets are not trickets at all
they are quarters, dimes, and nickels
that I hear call.
I find myself amused
by the beat of these,
I shake my booty as a treat
yet I find the sound soon at end.
My eye catches a soda machine,
and a COKE I must get.
I see the darkness coming all is bleak...