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Click hereConfusion as an art-form,
blending dogmas and dachshunds,
Luther, Lovecraft, Lenny Bruce…
Whatever gets your rocks off.
It all fucks off on impotence
and important Rhode trips.
Do I make you cross eyed yet?
Well duh Daisy, it's my plight
to playact crazy just out of
your Halloween halo's sight,
Don't mess with my meandering,
or this moment I just might
assimilate an asinine decorum,
your oligopoly on reason,
once and for all.
And chatter out of order,
thrusting my hips just over
the imaginary border
- COMMENTS
tazz317over 12 years agoor is a figment of imagination at lie. TK U MLJ LV NV
Anonymousover 19 years agoThis poem has a great meandering, rambling beat. Nice work. I much enjoyed this.
annaswirlsover 19 years agoyou do that too? love this, liar, the last line is killer.
