Love:
laying bricks in a line
or a least a lie with N
monotony. Standing in line, at the end,
until the begin
NEXT!
...ing.
Pretending, that was doing something.
Like a verb, perturbing, unsettling.
Cold air is causing nerve ending
stand
NEXT!
...up. Back of the neck rub
Trapped like a spider in a covered tub.
Seems wide till the world opens wide and there's a snub
from the passing yacht club as it crashes into the hub.
Now aren't you glad you got grub instead of a ticket
NEXT!
...stub? Chop and bop.
Hop on the bed, called Dr. Suess' pop.
Lets swap places. Straighten the tie, I am a flop
fop. Harvesting their crop of heads. Onomatopoeia plop
NEXT
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 1:19 AM UTC
Love:
laying bricks in a line
or a least a lie with N
monotony. Standing in line, at the end,
until the begin
NEXT!
...ing.
Pretending, that was doing something.
Like a verb, perturbing, unsettling.
Cold air is causing nerve ending
stand
NEXT!
...up. Back of the neck rub
Trapped like a spider in a covered tub.
Seems wide till the world opens wide and there's a snub
from the passing yacht club as it crashes into the hub.
Now aren't you glad you got grub instead of a ticket
NEXT!
...stub? Chop and bop.
Hop on the bed, called Dr. Suess' pop.
Lets swap places. Straighten the tie, I am a flop
fop. Harvesting their crop of heads. Onomatopoeia plop
NEXT
Love is placing your head on a chopping block and knowing the executioner won't swing.
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