Friday, May 2, 2014

Unlovely Bits of Blump




Unlovely bits of blump,
all untoward tits and rump,
you are my muse today.
Let’s cruise and play

at being what we think
each other is. Let’s blink
and rub our noses into us
and be the blunderbuss

that blasts into the sky
to win the war. Let’s fly
and keep it clean.
Or do it like a mean lean

mutha
to each utha.
Rip and rant.
Rhyme until we can’t.









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