I'd like to think that I'm a reasonably intelligent fellow
not so mellow in these circumstances, though.
These situations spinning wildly from control
as my goals are buried deep within a hole.
I seem to suffer from severe inebriation:
altercations allocating alteration of my brain.
Mind moving forward, seeking escape from tribulation,
but contemplation of this irritation yet remains.
A contest entry
- The Word by Celticjedi.
600 points, ended December 23, 2007, 18 entries
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Comments
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Whoa...*spins around* That was kind of a whirlwind! Contains lots of big words and serious talk, like it's an English gentleman speaking. Very interesting! Thank you for entering, good job.

From Cj

