(warning - these poems written in 45 seconds are becoming increasingly shitty!)
Oh you're a fool
to expect what you tinkle
to truly impress
This is dusting
-light shapeless sprinkles,
elevator music for
Rip Van Winkle
But when I wake up
the whispering stops and
the screaming starts
then I'll holler
‘bring your camera’
-or, make it an axe
you can hew me permanently, I swear
until then, just relax.
1 comment:
Clever to call it shitty and start with talk of urination. :)
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