Toxic------
Catastrophic------
What’s gonna stop it?
Distress and agony are so N*SYNC
but luckily you’re JUST-IN time to “POP” it
like a pimple
I wish it was that simple
bullet wounds in the face
disguised as dimples
inapt credentials
life has been traced out with corrupted stencils
and you reading these words has cracked the code into my mentals
but don’t be scared……you’re meant to………….
now we’ve become CLOSER
'cause this poem is the REAR-VIEW
now I can hear you-
thinkin to yourself--”This is one weird dude”
but it’s cool
there are a million others that think the same thing too
its nothin new
I wish I knew what to do
when I feel alone in a crowded room
-so low when I look up dirt is my view
easily SWEPT under life’s table with an ill-willed BROOM
and all my sanity depends on YOU
a position you didn’t think reading this poem would have caused you to assume
that’s how the universe is……when you’re lookin for a bolt it will throw you a screw
so HELP ME,HELP YOU HELP ME is what I need you to do
we may wear a different size but now you’re in my SHOES
and they’re LACED with unexpected stresses that may cause your mind to lose
-focus….now you can make it through
this is something the average person would not have been able to do
the fact that you read this gives me hope for somethin new
now you’ve become my hero………….. someone who showed me what to do
this poem represented the trials of life and I hope I handle it as well as you…


Stephen Pulliam Jr.