Thoughts when I Give People Pencils in Class

Come on, be my friend

I’ll give you something for your hands.

You need something quite very nice

You need something that is quite worth the price

I see your essay there not complete

Oh yes, I really want to compete

Let’s be friends, here’s a pencil

Just don’t be a fool

Hey there, how’s the writing?

I bet it’s easier than cage fighting

Let me help you

This poem you’re reading is something completely new

How’s life with my pencil?

Is it grand, or is it still at a standstill?

The deadline is near, you enjoy working hard?

With my own pencil, I don’t have to work hard

With your own pencil, life is grand

See, I have my own pencil, my friend

With pencils you have the power to write

The power to say you’re nice

Come on be my friend

I’ll give you something nice for your hands

-Zackery Brandenburg 2013

Outlaws Battle on the Way to San Francisco

There was a man with no parents

He fell off the wagon, and then lived his life

He never knew until a dream

That’s when he left for San Francisco

Francisco was a man who had lost his parents

He never knew until that one very night

That’s when he had a dream,

A dream that changed his life 

A psychic told him something,

Something about his life

He left for San Francisco

Then he fought outlaws 

Atop that tall canyon

Francisco fought the outlaws

Ducking bullets, dodging cannons

Francisco fine’ly won

Francisco was a man who had lost his parents

He never knew until that one very night

That’s when he had a dream,

A dream that changed his life

Then the soldiers came back searching

Looking for who had won,

Until they saw Francisco

Praising him and thanking him, they called all men to order

Francisco was a man who had lost his parents

He never knew until that one very night

That’s when he had a dream,

A dream that changed his life

 

Proceed to San Francisco

Francisco made his….. way

Proceed...

 

-Zackery Brandenburg 2013