People search through holes to slip through.
Just the other day I sat in on a barbecue and said, "Madam, your python tastes like paper." Petewi!
She promptly replied, "Oh no! Not Gregory! You fool!"
And fell spiraling down into hysterics.
If I were a tree I would take 24 hour naps.
If I were a duck I would quack quack quack.
I wonder what a python would say to that.
I think the python would eat the duck, even if paper tasted like it.
I think to myself, "which came first, the python or the paper"
I thank God for scissor. Leave rocks at home.
Hysterics, my head against the time watered stone.
Even though rock beats scissor.
An endless cycle
TIme to buy a python
TIme to find a title.
Titles are just words
Honestly, I just want to get the hell out of here.
Then how will the work end?
Another round
When words fail, idolize sound.
1 comment:
I like that this poem seems totally random, yet still has some element that is slightly consistant. And even though it doesn't make the most sense, it is still fun and very discriptive. I think it could still be seen as a poem written by a bunch of people, or just a really creative and amusing person.
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