lets just see
what the soothesayer
says he saw
in his silly but soggy sanguinity
should he have seen,
the step, so slippery
that brought him to
this soap opera scene... seventeen stitches,
sore chin, not suffering...
too much silly,syrupy
stuff pumped in.
do you think the
soothsayer will see,
a sore and sorry sunday
for himself...
or will he be sadly
oblivious to the obviously,
vaccuous summation
of the unpredictability of it...
seen here by one and all.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 4:41 AM UTC
lets just see
what the soothesayer
says he saw
in his silly but soggy sanguinity
should he have seen,
the step, so slippery
that brought him to
this soap opera scene... seventeen stitches,
sore chin, not suffering...
too much silly,syrupy
stuff pumped in.
do you think the
soothsayer will see,
a sore and sorry sunday
for himself...
or will he be sadly
oblivious to the obviously,
vaccuous summation
of the unpredictability of it...
seen here by one and all.
just wordplay... thats all
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