the last sunset

I have an old recorder

who's behaviour's kind of queer

listens to hardly any order

and speaks like a seer

It's more or less at home

sitting down and passing the time

it speaks the same lines again and again

and is not much taller than a gnome.

Luckily, it never does any crime

and advising others is its game.

This old recorder, really is a recorder

It never steps out of place,

Repeats the same lines day and night

every time in a different order.

A smile is frequently on its face,

And resents every fight.

But alas, it does forget

sometimes what people do say.

A thousand faces it has met

but most forgotten in a day.

Oh this old recorder, i really do love it so

But it's part of high maintainence

and i have to bend low

But still, it isn't there for my convenience

It's one thing that i love alot!

Haha This is a poem i made about someone, who i wont tell you about, haha. Maybe alot of people out there can relate to me. (Cry). Oh well, it's not so bad.

So anyway, I'm going to participate in Litfest! (literature fest) As a poetry slam guy. Wooooo~~~~ In case you don't know what that is, go to www.youtube.com and check it out. Just type "Poetry Slam". Solid.

Peace- To be or not to be.