****! This guy won't give me a break! Every message, Gives me pause, When you are on hold, when you're my old, Cripes, it ain't nice, Got these new poems swirling, overlapping in a well rested head, Partially born fetuses, puppy squeaking, demanding momma's milk, Insistent, like puppies who refuse to cease from licking, nibbling your Noses & Toes, Along comes the greatest almost comical line I've ever reen (read & seen) And don't mind sharing with you folk, A STELLAR INSIGHT, Poems are dragged, kicking and screaming, slimy covered in Amniotic fluid thick creamery. BETTER WASH YOUR HANDS, YOUR BRAINS, Lest them new poems keep on keepin' on And somewhere a tinny voice screeches, More Coffee Ma!
"If you do touch a poem be sure to wash your hands afterwards; you don't know where that poem has been!" 7:38am July 21