USED TO HAVE A MAGIC EIGHT BALL
DIDN'T USE IT RIGHT I FEAR
I KEPT ASKING THE SAME QUESTION
TIL IT SAID WHAT I WANTED TO HEAR
Author's Notes/Comments:
AN OLD SILLY POEM I WROTE AWHILE AGO. I DON'T BELIEVE I SHARED IT ON THIS SITE. TRUE STORY. REALLY HAD A MAGIC EIGHT BALL. REALLY ASKED IT QUESTIONS AND WHEN I DIDN'T LIKE THE ANSWER JUST KEPT ASKING OVER AND OVER AGAIN TIL IT SAID WHAT I WANTED TO HEAR...SILLY ME. I KNOW THE FIRST ONE CRACKED WHEN IT FELL DOWN AND IT HAD LIQUID INSIDE SO IT LEAKED OUT AND UNUSABLE. I KNOW YEARS LATER I GOT ANOTHER ONE BUT DON'T REMEMBER THE FATE OF THAT ONE. BEFORE THAT I WOULD ASK FOR SIGNS WITH A YES OR NO QUESTION IN MY HEAD AND SAID STUFF LIKE IF A RED CAR GOES BY THAT MEANS YES. IF IT DOESN'T OR MAYBE A DIFFERENT COLOR I PICKED WENT BY IT MEANS NO....STUFF LIKE THAT.
IT'S IN MY POETRY PLAYLIST ON YOUTUBE
https://youtu.be/aJL1u_02wMY?list=PLfrTz7o37VP9oDDjycNPPk3DNm99NBqbl
