I Am A Snickering Child

Its a new year
New typewriter
New souvenier
Fresh blank paper

I occupy
The riverside
Inspiration
Will it strike?

Arent I such a
Stereotype

At least Im not
Sitting in some
Hip coffee shop

I want to write
Something with depth
That moves the soul

In the distance
A paink-haired girl
Collecting trash
Shes going through it

Arguing with
Protesting geese
"This is for you!"
Shaking her fists

In her defense
They started it

What a tableau
Perfect source of
Inspiration

Ready to put
The first words in
This overpriced
Typewriter

But all I can
Muster up are
The cheeky words
Pee pee Poo poo