Go on,
steal my words,
but leave my zen
Play with fire,
trick the birds
drive my car,
cruise away
Then,
When you’re ready
wrong and steady,
sell my work:
Change the plates,
fix the dates,
strip the color,
and my quirk.
Feel that pucker?
Oops!
Enjoy your lemon, sucker
Nikov Sprindlosi enjoys writing poetry, shiny hunting, and thinking up new worlds to explore. He currently lives in Michigan working as an Editorial Assistant by day and writing novels by night. Check out more of his work on his Instagram, @nikovsprindlosi, where he posts new poetry every Sunday and Tuesday.