Submissions by Deafinition

I was like a papier-mache swan torn battered and crumpled
When they tried to read my mashed words made their verbs stumble
Under the circumstances I was the real king of the jungle
Until they tore me down and packaged me by the bundles
I was under pressure trying to hold up your foundation
Regardless your varnish didn’t cure me and I was no proud patient
But I was taking it, I was warped from the monsoon
I even wrestled the snakes like a mongoose in your lawn too
I admit I'm no red oak but I sheltered and shaded you
I stood tall amidst your presence no...

Today I felt off-center
A radical misplaced middle
Where as yesterday I sat upon the circle
And played the diameter like a fiddle
I riddled around the circumference
Pondering every reason why
Then walked squares around the radius
As I helped myself to a pi