B.S. Degree

Two thousand nine hundred and twenty days That’s how long it to you to get to that chair That chair in the gym usually commandeered for Basketball Games Or that auditorium mostly occupied for concerts by whichever pop princess comes to town Two thousand nine hundred and twenty days You rose before the sun Wolfed…

Mysterious Island

I’m an island with no name Floating in the Pacific without tourist to call my own No boats dock on my plentiful beaches No feet dance in my tantalizing sand No eyes fall in whimsical wonderment while staring upon my pristine water No soul devours my delectable fruit Birds fly over, not wanting to rest…