Poet's Corner.

Chet Reeves

I roll down the street straight cruisin' on my board chillin'. The thoughts of our messed world I'm losin' someone once told me to be humble but take what you can because soon you'll wish you had but you'll be an old man. But for now I stand on my seven-ply maple with cigarettes and dreamin' of a simple life in a distant land. steer clear of any crack or bump near, Powersliding down hills the sound of screeching wheels is all you hear.