Tag Archives: Poetry

Poim

I think there was too much!

I think there was too much!

You can direct my question, direct my question.

Oh boy.

Detachable manners all know how to play.

The ball still nearly broke hobby and Sindh.

Hobby and Sindh.

Hobby and Sindh.

But I have almost my ticket hobby.

Oh, the lineup was shot!

The lineup was shit!

I think there was too much!

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The right way to play all season.

Praise be to the squirrel god.

Fast food

So I ordered a burger and fries and a milkshake and lies and some chicken and flies and a pizza with Lisa who the hell is that teamster and curry and rice and maybe some lice and a kebab and some chips with a bit of a dip and some sushi gave it to the poochie and some Jamaican cold bacon and a Chinese please and a pasty made of plasters and a chocolate cream lat made with pure fat…

…and a Diet Coke.

I’m watching my weight.

Winter

Frost.

Little tiny particles frozen on the grass fearing the sun at its height.

Grass.

Little tiny green stalks keenly anticipating the sun at its height.

Sun.

A massive ball of fire keenly anticipating its apex.

 

Winter.

A moderate chill shivering with fearing the sun at its height.