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needles needling needlessly with little thread... or much of anything else...

(foolish dribbles to be written at uncertain times, on an irregular basis, from uncertain sections of the ever expending universe, and from whatever dimension I-We-Us-Them might find ourselves/ myself in …)

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

BAD POEM FROM YOURS TRULY 


Old Song

Chewing on a grapefruit
the angel farts a tune to my lady
sitting next door in the outhouse
she trembles with fear he might stop
singing his air-tight melody

Trying to do my best
easing in
I want everybody to know
I’m easing in

I want everybody to know
I’m easing in

Chewing on a torpedo
the bird sings a gun to my baby
scramming next door like a comet
she demands with glee he drops it
whistling his air-tight melody

Trying my best to do
a tight spin
I stamp everybody to hell
with gleaming steam

I stamp everybody to hell
with gleaming steam...
Posted by: François Pointeau / 21:50
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