INK: What de ramgoat

Kayla Johnson, Poetry

I was always one to lucid dream, ever since I was young

I don’t think that’s a good thing anymore

So can I get me a drink, Hennessy 

Only thing for an old rassohle soul like me

You better name your children after Her like me

I’ll never leave, I strictly believe in immortality 

I’ve spied on so many other lives that I don’t know what’s mine, but feeling is fine when your selfish escapes are all in your mind