I sit here and wonder about each little bit
I think for a moment that this just isn't it
I do realize that you'll need a que to get the lit
For I just don't understand what's with the care
For I really think it's all in what you have up there
For I'm aware some who can't get it clear or even near
Yet I'm afraid I simply just don't get the misunderstand
But you see I could declare the air and write for another
Despite my efforts I need to be fair and true to the one who's here
So vague I may stay for a while
And I don't mind the pile of poors
Because one day I know I'll be proud to be me
Say what you may
For there could be that day
So if you go away you'll pay
I'm here to stay and yes I like to play
But if I may say I am disarranged today
For those who don't know though
There may be a day a page will be arranged
Which will display my name
Cause this is not a game
And I'm using my brain to learn no shame
Jodilee Duke
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/funky-ding-dong/
