ArizonaSun

eye looked at a poem eye wrote when a slave under Arizona Sun trying to hang on there to a place better gone away from the overall affect is of course a genious the stinted intellect the work of the dunce tri cornered hat halted stunted growth broken bones producing slanted asian tones something a boy does for his teacher to get out of the corner you may sit at your desk but you must wear the dunce cap that pointed hat for you were a naughty boy but try as hard as he can embarressment at his predickament has chased away the memory he knoes not what he has done he just wants to crawl under his chair and die iff GOD will let me live and continue on to love ewe eye promise HIM the JESUS to never ever see feel here or chase shadows under Arizona Sun as eye knock off the dust of my feet and weep flinging curses with the sod at the lot where eye did sleep under Arizona Sun.