|Instance of Tragedy (standard:poetry, 94 words)|
|Author: Chris Morris||Added: Aug 09 2001||Views/Reads: 1634/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Just a poem...my typical stream of consciousness type stuff|
In utmost hope I triumph Re-grammatize these words I ain't sellin nothin' That doesn't love the birds I reach for 2 plus 2 I stand for an exclamation It looks as though I'm relaxing In pre-half-time sedation I postforthwise intruded On a setting sun seduction I removed my inclination To turn off lengthwise suction I change the order backwards I lift her skirt skywards She dances like an angel And smells like dirty bastards The midsection is a tonsil The paint will never dry I alter the utmost cynic And love will never die Tweet
Authors appreciate feedback!
Please vote, and write to the authors to tell them what you liked or didn't like about the story!
Chris Morris has 2 active stories on this site.
Profile for Chris Morris, incl. all stories
For a quick, anonymous response to the author of this story, type
a message below. It will be sent to the author by email.