for now please imagine generic
fairy tale characters
analogous if you will
to possessing physical, livingsocial,
and three dimensional
corporeal form (at least until
the end of this poem), and compared
to computer generated imagery
makes this request rill
lee not that impossible,
far-fetched, or difficult,
and most likely already
a done deal, hence nill,
null, and void might
stop the average
Joe, Jack or Jill
dead in their poetic iambic feet,
but would defeat
the purpose i.e, ****
and bring to abrupt violent end
my (very questionable)
"FAKE" purpose plus,
disallow me to distill
crazy literary whim of mine swill
culled via injecting
lifelike characteristics
into morality tale creations,
perhaps first heard
as nursery rhymes, drill
ling moral, perchance told
to your own chill
**** in tandem
with Cain and Able
by the likes of
Aesop, Brothers Grimm,
or Greco-Roman myths assume
Chicken Little, Casandra, and the Boy
Who Cried Wolf maybe
owned reason sound ding doom
and gloom alarm, and ignored
at their own peril,
when subsequent "FAKE" fume
issued turned out to be bigly,
yuge fire and fury
actual threat didst loom
(way before Trump
coopted those elicit terms),
and truly aye wonder
no lawyer got
called for said room
errs, which revision would
make them more apropos
for today and tomb
morrow, when generations
of future boys and girls,
yet tubby conceived
in the womb
hence law suits would result
into bajillion dollars
costs would zoom.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
for now please imagine generic
fairy tale characters
analogous if you will
to possessing physical, livingsocial,
and three dimensional
corporeal form (at least until
the end of this poem), and compared
to computer generated imagery
makes this request rill
lee not that impossible,
far-fetched, or difficult,
and most likely already
a done deal, hence nill,
null, and void might
stop the average
Joe, Jack or Jill
dead in their poetic iambic feet,
but would defeat
the purpose i.e, ****
and bring to abrupt violent end
my (very questionable)
"FAKE" purpose plus,
disallow me to distill
crazy literary whim of mine swill
culled via injecting
lifelike characteristics
into morality tale creations,
perhaps first heard
as nursery rhymes, drill
ling moral, perchance told
to your own chill
**** in tandem
with Cain and Able
by the likes of
Aesop, Brothers Grimm,
or Greco-Roman myths assume
Chicken Little, Casandra, and the Boy
Who Cried Wolf maybe
owned reason sound ding doom
and gloom alarm, and ignored
at their own peril,
when subsequent "FAKE" fume
issued turned out to be bigly,
yuge fire and fury
actual threat didst loom
(way before Trump
coopted those elicit terms),
and truly aye wonder
no lawyer got
called for said room
errs, which revision would
make them more apropos
for today and tomb
morrow, when generations
of future boys and girls,
yet tubby conceived
in the womb
hence law suits would result
into bajillion dollars
costs would zoom.
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