Rolling in the mud;
naive mindframe freely adopted.
No longer human, bottle
my wisdom and donate it to the ocean.
Maybe someone less fortunate will find it.
Or maybe the authority
will snatch it away,
hide it in the clouds so
the needy can't reach:
Devlish motifs from the bearded tyrant.
Author notes
take this one wherever you want... 
A contest entry
- My first contest by Karlie67.
600 points, ended September 3, 2008, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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interesting
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Fantastic poem, and for sure well written. I think my favortite part is...
bottle
my wisdom and donate it to the ocean.
Maybe someone less fortunate will find it.
Just love that part. Well done keep writing!
Karlie
xx
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