James Sanders




Descriptions of a Red Lobster


I'm late to science.
People are giving me a chance in my back legs. They take
place. I'm a realist.
I'm a realist.
I'm a realist.
I'm a realist.
I'm a realist.
I'm a realist.
I'm a realist.
I'm a realist.
Please.
I'm a realist. I can't wait. I'm a realist.
I better not get
frostbite. I have never encountered such rudeness in my life. The woodshed is full of Them. I
can't wait to get rudeness in my life. I'm a realist.
You shouldn't blame yourself.
I'm a realist.
You shouldn't blame yourself.
I'm a realist.
You shouldn't b
lame yourself.
Computers are great with horseplay.
I'm a re
alist. However, I'm a realist. There is a lisp in the permanent situation. Your guardian angel
has less wrists. That's a risk i'm willing to take
place. I'm a realist. I have to be late for science. I wish.
I wish.
I wish. I wish I'm a realist. Red Lobster is for the seafood lover in you. Your guardian angel lets
the seafood lover in you out of its car and escorts it inside. I'm a realist. I have never encountered
such rudeness in my life. I'm a realist. Like what? Sometimes a seafood lover is just a seafood
lover. I wish. Drinking out of a cookie jar. I wish I was the seafood lover in you.


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