could call it quits right there, label this a pithy one,☝️,
but the poem informs, it wants, desires, driving home,
as an under aged teenager
you are my fodder, my salad’s fixings, you supply and
I, high~five,
you, cause you make it so easy; the finery of
thy words, “inscribed upon my spine,”unceasingly grabs
my eyes, my voice, chokeholds like a snowflak’es trigger,
and it’s off to the races, a Kintucky Derby 10 furlongs, um,
long, and ****** the horse just threw its~this writer to the,
ground…
yup, that’s about the extend of it, here I’ll quit but
repeat my fair warning of long ago, anything you
tell me is fair game, for my inspiry, cause ******
ya’ll say the damndest things and write some
seriously good poems, that, keep me up at night,
plus lbs. of coffee imbibed, and a conscience that
needs a serous vacuuming, to get the guilty-as
charged words to stop yakking
and get the heck outta of my brain…🙈
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 4:50 PM UTC
could call it quits right there, label this a pithy one,☝️,
but the poem informs, it wants, desires, driving home,
as an under aged teenager
you are my fodder, my salad’s fixings, you supply and
I, high~five,
you, cause you make it so easy; the finery of
thy words, “inscribed upon my spine,”unceasingly grabs
my eyes, my voice, chokeholds like a snowflak’es trigger,
and it’s off to the races, a Kintucky Derby 10 furlongs, um,
long, and ****** the horse just threw its~this writer to the,
ground…
yup, that’s about the extend of it, here I’ll quit but
repeat my fair warning of long ago, anything you
tell me is fair game, for my inspiry, cause ******
ya’ll say the damndest things and write some
seriously good poems, that, keep me up at night,
plus lbs. of coffee imbibed, and a conscience that
needs a serous vacuuming, to get the guilty-as
charged words to stop yakking
and get the heck outta of my brain…🙈
most of the typos are intenshunal
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