11-27-2017, 07:55 AM
Buzzing beat
The poet, he pulls ratchet and pin
How do you want to die?
The coward ran out of the door
I do not want my name on paper!
hmmmmmm
the poet was anonomys with balaclava bound
asked his unwilling listener how his poem had been found
the unfortunate audience expired explaining why
the poem had been so posionous he'd promptly paled and died
The poet, he pulls ratchet and pin
How do you want to die?
The coward ran out of the door
I do not want my name on paper!
hmmmmmm
the poet was anonomys with balaclava bound
asked his unwilling listener how his poem had been found
the unfortunate audience expired explaining why
the poem had been so posionous he'd promptly paled and died
My Muse, to labour chained
demure, pure, restrained
may yet escape -
i'll grab his cape
and hitch-hike to new planes
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demure, pure, restrained
may yet escape -
i'll grab his cape
and hitch-hike to new planes
mehopkins1971.wordpress.com