Imagine Keanu Reeves,
standing upon the leaves,
he dresses well,
his chest does swell,
when a big man swings his fist.
But dodge he does,
and oddly, cause
his left knee
was broken in twain
by runaway man
who had jumped onto reeves
off the back of a runaway train.
He punches back,
and slumped and cracked,
the giant man falls to the ground.
Keanu sings a war cry rings
for he has performed the Keanu Pound.

I’m Jake Foster, a 19 year old neurotic mess who loves to write and writes music.

Categories: Poetry

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