Instance of Tragedy (standard:poetry, 94 words)
Author: Chris Morris	Added: Aug 09 2001	Views/Reads: 3050/0	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


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