Sometimes I sit idle.

As a poet in the 21st century and as myself, my poems rarely have a rhyme scheme. Here is one of those rare ones. Hope you like it. Give me prompts, and also let me know how often you would like me to post!


Sometimes I sit idle.
So idle that you would confuse me,
With a dead body or a statue.
I don’t know what exactly you would see,
But I know how your mind would play tricks on you.
Me and the devil,
Satan and you,
We are all really alike.
We love things bright and new,
And we all get three strikes. Continue reading Sometimes I sit idle.