I am the stain on the glass window <br />And the spilled ink on that canvas, <br />I am the squeaking sound at your front door <br />And every country on your atlas. <br /> <br />I am the bus that always is late <br />And the train that just won’t go fast, <br />I am all things both small and great, <br />I am the slow kid who comes in last. <br /> <br />I am the sound of a popped balloon, <br />A hundred times louder than bubble-rap’s, <br />I am a deathly Norwegian typhoon <br />And the kid drinking from rivers, not taps. <br /> <br />I am the quiet, but proper tenant, <br />The one who always pays his rent, <br />I am a scorpion whose stings like red-ants <br />And I am the good-for-nothing government. <br /> <br />I am the spoiled teen produced by Disney <br />And I am the red carpet in Hollywood, <br />I am the mineral buildup in your kidney <br />And the poem that no one understood. <br /> <br />Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis<br /><br />Leslie Alexis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-366/
