Deal with it :: sowat :: Original Poetry

Deal with it
If live throws you curves,

Better learn to swerve.

See I was born wit a rusty spoon,

Under a milky moon.

No time to crawl, to an immediate walk,

To be quick on the game, to an immediate talk.

Smarter than Smart with books,

Folks sending you crazy looks.

A alone in the mind,

Still curiosity made it hard to find.

Alive and well inside my dreams,

But dead to the world it seems.

Smiling at the world as I shake my head,

For all this nonsense I should have stayed in bed.