Cherubs

overly rhyming poem.

So tired. I'm wired,
and dreaming of choirs...

Of angels, disangled and tangled

in webs. Overfed and misled,

by friends and trends. They tend-

to need help from the shelves.

not me. You see, I'm free

as a bird. Say word! Keep your turds

That Shit, if it hits-
i'm ripped.
Opened,
and split.