A free verse written by Lee Sonogan
There are no grown-ups … Everyone is winging it, some just do it more confidently. – Author: Pamela Druckerman
The first thing that comes to mind,
I’ll say it again, I only need the definition of one singular word,
A bird smart enough to not put all its eggs in a basket,
You could send it by plane or adjunction clipped.
Ruffling one’s own fur and feathers,
If gay frogs had wheels, they wouldn’t bump their butt,
At someone’s earliest convenience,
Quantum decoherence in precise-feeling out what is right.
In both the art and the business worlds, the difference between the amateurs and the professionals is simple: The professionals know they’re winging it. The amateurs pretend they’re not. – Author: Amanda Palmer