They Say, "Look At Choo" (you)
Have Some Respect
gray is the sky, that's consuming the day
oh, for an escape, somewhere, far away
on a beach, in the sand, by the water somewhere
still, when I open my eyes, I find, I'm still here
I'd love to shirk all these duties and find time to play
but I'm bound to the toils that we all have to pay
imprisoned here, chainless, to a bottomless void
to cover the dailys that keep us employed
damn that accountability, being responsible begs
I need a reason to diet, and shave the hair from my legs
instead, I will live like a troll, tucked up, under my bridge
eating the remnants that remain in my fridge
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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Comments (9)
Magic Kelli, I love your poems. They always make me smile.
This is just one question Are you happy? Good job.
Ki ~ 'Gesundheit' ~ Hanky Anyone...! jk
Lovely way of writing ✍️♦️♦️♦️
You're gifted beyond words! That was absolutely brilliant!💕
What a relatable poem! Well, except for the leg shaving. I get a pass on that. Well writ, Kelli!
Oh yes. I hear ya.
Hear! Hear!! So relatable!! Love it!! Somedays, I feel like a troll under a bridge, lol
This is gold! Relatable, witty, and oh-so-delightfully honest. That troll under the bridge vibe hit home—especially the fridge remnants part. Perfect blend of humor and reality!