wrote a poem in a spur,
sitting in an awkward position,
but the poem’s need consumed all of me,
and didn’t notice that my right foot fell asleep
stood up carefully carelessly and nearly
toppled over, and my left leg, a twin sister,
howled in jealous anger;
how come my brother gets extra sleep,
and neatly nearly kills us all, and receives no
critique, admonishment, imprisonment
like in a shoe three tree sizes too small?
I grab my two legs, knock their headed knees
together, her and him who when asking each
who came out first, I need not lie;
the obstetrician pulled you out
by your legs, so haha on you two,
you both were an immediate and equal
pain in the **** screaming bawling and
crying out who’s that other interloper person?
attempting to steal my thunder, and my chest
smiled,
and said,
need not worry my dears:
I have two *******
to feed you each,
and one chest
to hold you two dear,
until the day of my departure
when you both will be holding me,
equally,
and look at you two,
again!
still crying and bawling just
like the day of your arrival
teenagers; whatta ya gonna do?
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 8:29 AM UTC
wrote a poem in a spur,
sitting in an awkward position,
but the poem’s need consumed all of me,
and didn’t notice that my right foot fell asleep
stood up carefully carelessly and nearly
toppled over, and my left leg, a twin sister,
howled in jealous anger;
how come my brother gets extra sleep,
and neatly nearly kills us all, and receives no
critique, admonishment, imprisonment
like in a shoe three tree sizes too small?
I grab my two legs, knock their headed knees
together, her and him who when asking each
who came out first, I need not lie;
the obstetrician pulled you out
by your legs, so haha on you two,
you both were an immediate and equal
pain in the **** screaming bawling and
crying out who’s that other interloper person?
attempting to steal my thunder, and my chest
smiled,
and said,
need not worry my dears:
I have two *******
to feed you each,
and one chest
to hold you two dear,
until the day of my departure
when you both will be holding me,
equally,
and look at you two,
again!
still crying and bawling just
like the day of your arrival
teenagers; whatta ya gonna do?
8:31am Sunday nonsense 3/29
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