Snim
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

If it doesn't go right
It might go wrong
I won't take a step
Somewhere I don't belong

If it doesn't go quite
As I like I might
Abort the mission
And distort on sight

The face of danger
The range of strangers
Deranged teenager
On a mission now

To comprehend my pager
It beeps and major
Disturbance brings
Amongst so many things