Johnny and the Bubble Sheet by LevonAnthony, literature
Literature
Johnny and the Bubble Sheet
I got judged all this morning
On how well I could fill in bubbles
On a scantron sheet.
Well,
My friend Johnny
Hasn't got any arms.
How do you suppose
We measure his intelligence
If he cannot fill in the bubbles?
Sometimes I wonder
How my time was spent.
Most nights I simply
Sit back and repent.
But I've grown tired
Of the same old thing.
Tired of hopelessness
And invisible rings.
With you I'm changing strides...
With you I'm turning tides.
I don't care if
The world is still.
We can accumulate the
Lies and all the pills.
You can lift me up
From my circle of Hell
On me you have certainly
Cast a spell.
But with you I'm changing strides...
With you I'm turning tides.
People notice
The worst in this world.
But with you countless
Beauties are unfurled.
No one has taught me
So well and true.
You gave me something
That I had n
Sometimes I like to sit in my room
And ponder
What went wrong
And how I could have been the better person.
But I remind myself by nightfall
With stars shining above
And dark winds blowing below
That I am
And always will be
Better of an ideal than you.