Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

when I was young
I wanted to be a poem
and stand on city corners
and wait for the world
to come to me
and read me, dig?

I wanted to be the alley
where the cats painted Picasso
on the dirty written walls, dig?

I wanted to be the pen that wrote me
and be the ink that made me think
about the words I wanted to be, see?

I wanted to be the pen that wrote me
and be the ink that made me think
about the words I wanted to be, see?

that you are. cool poem mr. rr