there is a mote
of dust,
in my eye
it comes from
the dust bunny's ***
i caught him, copulating
under the couch,
with two odd socks,
while the lego man watched.
he, in guilty panic,
shook and shed,
his lint everywhere....
and
i caught this bit
with my eye
the rest i collected
with my nose...
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 8:01 AM UTC
there is a mote
of dust,
in my eye
it comes from
the dust bunny's ***
i caught him, copulating
under the couch,
with two odd socks,
while the lego man watched.
he, in guilty panic,
shook and shed,
his lint everywhere....
and
i caught this bit
with my eye
the rest i collected
with my nose...
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