This is a scheduled post planned to be published at 1441604165000 at 1441604165000
what of a poet
who tires of rhyme
as Bold is crippled
with memes and whine
surfing is playful
when there's a tide
but it's utterly painful
when waves have died
is it time to pack up
and leave too?
was fun at Bold Beach
and dreamin' with you!