On a laughing spree
I endeavor with glee,
Ripped up shirt
Your short short skirt,
Appeals
To any penguin running from seals,
Clubbing
And tape side B dubbing,
Will deplete
Through wet concrete
The tempo
Of the gloomiest of death row
Inmate
That I can't relate,
Sedate the defense
With all but my pretense,
Dense and foggy
The towel is soggy,
Wet and damp
I've set up camp,
To see this to its end
Let's pretend,
You know what I'm thinking
Even if my signals aren't blinking...
© okpoet