OK, this has nothing to do with politics…. but… well, what the heck
An English Laxative
Today I eat what I once ate
But I don’t heat the things I hate
And while we meet before we mate
We do not greet before we grate
I fly the places where I flew
And then I sigh, and then I sue.
The things I buy do not go ‘boo’.
And then I cry to all my crew.
I sit the places where I sat
I still can fit – I’m not too fat
Then I flit off to my flat
Where I will slit one of my slats
I don’t know everything I knew
I go to where there is no goo
I flow the places where I flew
I did the things that now I do.
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I like this very much plf!
mmm…poetry:
Hung under branch so birds did flow
in streams of currents on wind and snow
lit up from fledgling wings aglow
to hoot hoot hoot
it all comes back
the American Dream
the real dream
not what Washington has made of it
you’d have to be trying to get lost
you’d have to crave adventure
and how many of us truly do
I didn’t
had enough when I was young
it irked other men
they knew I didn’t need to prove things
that they still did
though they never asked why
bold stupid moves made when reflexes were clean
and muscles taught carry their own wisdom
lessons without teachers
challenging ourselves
a primate urge or even deeper
in chromosome
momma don’t take my kodachrome away