How will I tell her?
“I messed up again,
I opened my mouth
and let loose words
—I make you zip in.”
How will I pay
for dance lessons
promised, if she’d
just give me less lip?
How will I tell her?
“Do as I expire, when
my words are why
I just got fired.”
How will I pay
for today’s lollipop,
when I’m cracked?
—the sucker just dropped.
EDITOR’S NOTE: This poem was selected from entries submitted to our Creative Challenge Series #2: Word Salad, which required that the words bolded in the text must be included.
