Open Poetry #2 |
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When in church I sing |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla ![]() |
When in Church I sing I need no dowser rod to bend The prods of a vile up chuck vend. Nor an offshore crass underscore Or a wise ass lectors guffaw. Of all the poor unthought ideas After skoaling drinks with my peers Was sit me down a breakfast scene With the cocci of Halloween. The pate was formed by shoestring fries And just below two hollow eyes. The bacon strips smiled wicked lips. And catsup oozed red bloody drips. I up and fled the havoc scene Before my stomach upped to clean. Gave the skoals to the bathroom bowl. With some promise about my soul? Today I wit this dally's fling. While I sit in church and sing. |
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Blondie Member
since 1999-08-06
Posts 307Ohio |
very though provoking...and after pondering it I'm still lost so can you fill me in? |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Blondie, what I'm saying is that some things should not be done in the first place. Thanks for the read and comment. |
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