"Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken
In, sprinkled with ashes
Pop switches channels, takes another
Shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks
What to do with me, a green young man
Who fails to consider the
Flim and Flam of the world…"
~ excerpt from “Pop” by Barack Obama, spring 1981, Occidental College
(via salon)
Never, ever write poetry. It will be used against you.
OMG
I am so torn between wanting to start writing...
i’m not necessarily the first to have this...