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Love - a wacky poem
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Love, brought to you by the masses. You've brought, Love, With cool singeing hope, the destiny of Man. but you eat that sweet peach like you watch the sun…. And up I leapt, quickly, to go grab my scalpel and the Cheddar under my bed that starts to reek, Because its fast and deficient and not too dear, As it's been there for well over a week, even though the best orifice for such is in your heart. Wonderingly, I twirled, Dancing the Boogy, 'neath the big Disco Ball. Of course I, Wonderingly, fell till life came wire. sail away, you fiction, excuse the missed doves by an ineffable, her, that sounds right! not Even handled tide is the life we want to live. Are you a poet? No! Because gods have no pity on those borne when history began! eat that peach like you watch the sun, And maybe then become how you must be. (But I will always feel the right to chicken done right). realms become found down wind of the man in the moon, And elude the hippopotami ... my heart grows, Cubed or crushed. For human beginnings if it were there? Shady luck into it with, As stars, lowly Boogy all night, even shake their big butt, Dig it. Eyes, my first of the, of a breeze, of know made easy by the dog leftovers. Paunchy, Beat free, and not ranting to seek the shit, time to find me a new chick, spinning evenings with the ebb and flow of my love juices. Playing incognito with. the roaming no one in the blind. My only fear is not getting to nunchuck, the charts. Thinking hard and not really scratching the right disc while the stars that fall far away, like a breeze, tear the paradigmatic wall of life after death. A tear to the man. The my, who, underlying yet unborn breath. unable to place, waits in wee man hell. And, by destiny, arm your peach? tree refugees mumble through the Fire, none stuffed anew in time, here Calamine rubs on good like pointless tools that were me. thrice-damned, I’m for whoever wins, but in my eyes I may, but............ Then We go, fishing on mars, our balloons wane, the blame with a poet? heart black, life not, could be but I'd rather dead. I can't speak for you. That cool singeing hope, light my fire. And even though, man can’t fly, flash that love. Spinning, intergalactic loop-dee-loop, doing circles round that dumb ass cow in sky, but only in my dreams, where speaks the word…. Look out, slow kids, real time playing in the streets. Modern day pirate, stealing candy from babies, rabies from babies. Left out, the heart grows fond, you falsity. Phone call in a bottle and a tid bit of lemon extract equals bum. Why? Because each time, heart sings, dogs cry. Fruit filled jelly thing, causing, misery. playing my heartfelt. bagpipes, kicking and punching. Up I leapt, Quickly, to go grab my space suit. Intergalactic trip to mars on the heart-strings of no one. your sick, trip, loaded brain week fetid, nasty, Rolling hills. nothing of her left mind, dripping unto Jebediah. I smack my brain upon leftovers mode, one, its the and I've stopped as she'd thought of the fire ants massaging my left heel callus. life's modes swing through my unconsciousness as the tide of time is left low, relentlessly onward. Relent. and harbor your time along the shores of tranquility. But the batteries weren't included.Because she was secluded. Fly to the moon and whatever's there. Eat the peach, life of a lover. Watch the sun, heart of a poet. Wonderingly I’ll dance, forever moved by the swaying of the, the singing of the, the hide and go seeking of the, the one called I.
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