Peaceful greetings. Im about ready to share my psychedelic day with all you rad souls. Can you dig it? So I was like chilling in the man's pocket, when out of nowhere I see this radical afro. He passes me to a cashier with blood shot eyes and a fab beard. Before Im placed back into darkness, I catch a glimpse of record filled crates and far out posters. A few hours later, he pulls me out and Im stuffed into another dudes pocket. Next thing I know, I start hearing some real groovy tunes. When I come out, I see a whole bunch of funky lights and plenty of cool cats getting down. I was totally feeling all the good vibes but then everything changed. I wake up and to find myself lying on the side of the street. I couldnt like remember anything. All of a sudden I feel a hand grab me. Wide eyed, she looks at me and says, "Swag".
I really liked your poem. My favorite part was the end when someone found the dollar and said swag.
ReplyDeleteHaha I like how you made a difference in the way people talk
ReplyDeleteI like the word choices of radical, fab, cool cats, real groovy tunes they made it entertaining to read.
ReplyDeleteI really like the way you wrote this poem and I loved the way you used the word rad, it really shows the personality/mood to the journal.
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