Very Bad Archive
Babysitting, no more
Freedom Swab
Your overbite is sort of sexy
In the way mosquito bites are
I watched you gallop away on your wooden horse
But you didn't get too far
I figured maybe if you rocked harder
We'd be getting somewhere
But when I pushed you further,
you fell and hurt your head.
And then I put some makeup on you
and butterflies in your hair.
Your parents didn't like it. Figures.
I guess I can't babysit you anymore.
Freedom Swab has published another poem since joining on 5/12/08. Read more of Freedom's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Freedom's latest works: