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A couple becomes comfy...comatose Their coffins carved carefully At the cost of the cuticles That cut the cloth concealing the cause of calumny. Cut with claws Claus? Santa has no clue But the paws with the claws came from Cope, The coyote cub who clubbed with truth. Calm, Palms clasped on Aphrodite's coffee cup Caffrodite, cups Cups that carry potential - kinetic, energy, Crash! ...Chaos conceived carelessly A ****** tear This is the C-Section Confused? No concern...know care Because you are capable Superman, Cape-able But soon the caffeine kicks in, And the common carotid is cooked Killer Compare now, casualties to cows... Not so different Still, the crowd plays casual Aloof So dream of a connection concentrate in a container And swig Constrict the fists and relax To be carried off into the cosmos Consumed by clouds of gas... Below are the circus clowns Coughing, conceiving, creating. Is it a crime? To be cut off from contemplation? Akin to Galileo, craniums will roll While eyes stay still completely A quiet kiss to the clavicle of our collective cast Soothes the commotion to This clamoring performance A hush to this cacophony
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
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A couple becomes comfy...comatose Their coffins carved carefully At the cost of the cuticles That cut the cloth concealing the cause of calumny. Cut with claws Claus? Santa has no clue But the paws with the claws came from Cope, The coyote cub who clubbed with truth. Calm, Palms clasped on Aphrodite's coffee cup Caffrodite, cups Cups that carry potential - kinetic, energy, Crash! ...Chaos conceived carelessly A ****** tear This is the C-Section Confused? No concern...know care Because you are capable Superman, Cape-able But soon the caffeine kicks in, And the common carotid is cooked Killer Compare now, casualties to cows... Not so different Still, the crowd plays casual Aloof So dream of a connection concentrate in a container And swig Constrict the fists and relax To be carried off into the cosmos Consumed by clouds of gas... Below are the circus clowns Coughing, conceiving, creating. Is it a crime? To be cut off from contemplation? Akin to Galileo, craniums will roll While eyes stay still completely A quiet kiss to the clavicle of our collective cast Soothes the commotion to This clamoring performance A hush to this cacophony
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Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
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