Poets stringing words together
in the intestinal casings of
their pet language.
Sausage makers! Frauds!
The flower’s poem fell
under the croaking lawnmower
of a babbling poet.
Gone!
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Poets stringing words together
in the intestinal casings of
their pet language.
Sausage makers! Frauds!
The flower’s poem fell
under the croaking lawnmower
of a babbling poet.
Gone!
Comments are closed.
Funny, original and painfully true.
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I’m the guilty one!
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I do like this !
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Thank you, nice to hear from you!
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You possess a penchant for excellent humor. What is “pet language”, lol.
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Thanks Philip! You are too kind. I suppose pet language means ‘dualistic fixation’ or something. My metaphors get quite out of hand, and I take poetic license 🙂
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Wow. I really like that. I can relate.
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