So Reader
So reader
Amaze me
With your interpretations of my soul
Those bleak enough to peel the onion dry
And gawk astonished at the
French-fried layers tasty and rubbed
With mesquite anger and lament
What worth do I carry
For your own contemplations
Pressed against my tapestry
Do you see as I
Do I see at all
Does the world pass by
As we engage in musings
I carve from unfettered whims
And marinated gatherings
I only wish that value
Which I string along with
Licorice and toothpaste
Clog the sweet stick parts you ignore
Infuse your ability to wage
A safe night through the course sublime
That course being me
And the end game filled with
Winner's bounty
Fit for a twisted yet enthusiastic brethren.
(10/26/07)
Copyright © Suburban Lovechild | Year Posted 2015
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