I've been scribbling again...
Poems in 140 characters or less...
....
dead bathroom light bulb
instinct pulls the cord
bow down once proud bishop
and wash my feet
,,,,
I have sold my children for poetry and my art
the missus bought the children back
they were much less work
......
a real man only beats his wife
at cards, carcassonne
and to the remote
that works
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two confederates smooth bored
rifle handbags in perpetual retreat
.......
he doesn't knock her off the cot
just kisses another
and rolls her away
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peace:)
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