I am a sexual being.
A prowess,
a porntablist Mr. Dibbs.
Air conditioners.
What sweet blesses invention
for us the lazy!
(i mean the Cats)
Hmmmmmm.
Smell the cold crisp air.
totally laid out...
on the gas pipe,
the Pope,
and get a rope speed pusher.
Grimm.
grimm and mandy.
How handy,
now pass me the candy.
The Lemon drops in the paper white sack,
Jack.
You know which one.
Play the replay,
you gotta see the jump...
its the biggest yet....
Watch me race!
(oh and hand me the peace pipe...
cashed! useless!)
newsflash.
I am so high on my super uber recover slip.
Riding rails,
kicking hay bails,
Shelling snails for paella,
while MY HAIR!
gets tangled and messy.
Well Im no dressy do da do.
K.I.SS>
plagerism at its best.
Fresh bread, nigga,
Sweat hog snog,
New Wave eighties, baby.
Its all new age and avatars.
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this is VERY INVENTIVE + CREATIVE non-sequiturs all over the place quite a pice of writing here or there or anywhere thanks for sharing regards zaj
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spelling out your boredom?
i love it, and i can see the references to the influence your son has on your thoughts and your thoughts of how he will end up in the world, surrounded by the new flow of pop-culture and also i think i see your boredom and wonder...
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ahh woops a second.. frsh like a new pair of socks on a bushwalk
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This is, this is interesting. It's perhaps too random and themeless for me though. To me it just came across as a huge flow of thoughts trying to be funny, but it just ends up crashing instead. Alas though that's just my perspective. I would recommend tying it together. Also, that five letter "n" word at the fourth line from the bottom, I would seriously consider changing that to something more appropriate. But that's just me again. Now, regarding what's good in this poem: You do say some interesting things. But, overall this poem didn't stand out to me. Sorry. Take care.
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hey dont apologize different folks for different folks.
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yeah, nice jig, a dancing lancing the couch spirit of the suburban forrest, done with my favorite dimensional friend meow, and wow, you can rhyme like a matrix pilot (and have excellent choice of photos) and so for Ghandi i give you blessings three...-jas
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