Cut Me Some Slack
the stench rolls
like a Hindu walking stick
columns of balderdash fill the skies
like an accordion of hemlock stems
the squandered overlooks
remain today
squeeze tight
never letting ardent screams
refill the emptied dreamers chalice
this shall remain intact with impact
according to the will of men
and the children
never have been
baalzebub has not been seen
since he left Accaron just to the west
still the flickering of lights and eyes
garments draped down again
over bowed head
Gomer LePoet ....
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 6:46 PM UTC
Cut Me Some Slack
the stench rolls
like a Hindu walking stick
columns of balderdash fill the skies
like an accordion of hemlock stems
the squandered overlooks
remain today
squeeze tight
never letting ardent screams
refill the emptied dreamers chalice
this shall remain intact with impact
according to the will of men
and the children
never have been
baalzebub has not been seen
since he left Accaron just to the west
still the flickering of lights and eyes
garments draped down again
over bowed head
Gomer LePoet ....
