Accused: moi
Accuser: patty m (her FBI codename
Charge: I stole "impeccable grace" from the Louvre
this falsehhod accusation
very truly yours appreciated,
please be advised, nothing
no one, has ever accused me of
impeccable anything
'tis true, at a restaurant. i'll request napkins,
two, for I am and inevitable dropper
of poems and food, and "cleanup in aisle Nat,'
has been a spoke in my eye,
a thousand times plus or so throughout
this great land so fair in wal marted parking lots
As for grace, 'tis true, once I knew one,
maybe two,
lassies both,
surnamed grace, both legally and by my loving heart,
which they stole, but they upped and left,
upon a making of a horrifyingly discovery
some of my best friends were
actual billionaires and verynpeccable
and me,
a tinkling twinkling winking mere multi million-airhead,
had nothing to shower her with, but endless poems,
gaga-galore and blah blah some more
she left me and my poems, for filthy lucre, and truly
don't despise her, for hers was commonsensical,
for with-a spare mill here or there, she can get anyone
to write her oodles of odes all-de-day-long
so not impeccable,
more likely
improbable just still
a breathing part of the
almost human race,
and as for grace,
she stops by now and then,
WHEN,
she wants a taste of the
genuine article…
a poem, that is…
for now, it's just mona l. and me,
hanging out in the same gallery,
abd I gotta tell ya,
her eye's ***********
now that's for really,
something that be so precisely detailed,
impeccable grace nml
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 1:24 PM UTC
Accused: moi
Accuser: patty m (her FBI codename
Charge: I stole "impeccable grace" from the Louvre
this falsehhod accusation
very truly yours appreciated,
please be advised, nothing
no one, has ever accused me of
impeccable anything
'tis true, at a restaurant. i'll request napkins,
two, for I am and inevitable dropper
of poems and food, and "cleanup in aisle Nat,'
has been a spoke in my eye,
a thousand times plus or so throughout
this great land so fair in wal marted parking lots
As for grace, 'tis true, once I knew one,
maybe two,
lassies both,
surnamed grace, both legally and by my loving heart,
which they stole, but they upped and left,
upon a making of a horrifyingly discovery
some of my best friends were
actual billionaires and verynpeccable
and me,
a tinkling twinkling winking mere multi million-airhead,
had nothing to shower her with, but endless poems,
gaga-galore and blah blah some more
she left me and my poems, for filthy lucre, and truly
don't despise her, for hers was commonsensical,
for with-a spare mill here or there, she can get anyone
to write her oodles of odes all-de-day-long
so not impeccable,
more likely
improbable just still
a breathing part of the
almost human race,
and as for grace,
she stops by now and then,
WHEN,
she wants a taste of the
genuine article…
a poem, that is…
for now, it's just mona l. and me,
hanging out in the same gallery,
abd I gotta tell ya,
her eye's ***********
now that's for really,
something that be so precisely detailed,
impeccable grace nml
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