Tuesday, September 8, 2009

dear mother, pt.2

sheesh m'neesh!
that Bennie really
did a clever little
dance ditty on me'ead
still slight foggy from
the proceedings
But the procession
was prolific
in it's presentation
so profound
so un-perfect
a jet set
a whirl wind of opportunity
to seize
it's a gas
I mean, the hrs
spent, laying
on the couch
in understated
situations
relying heavily on
the traipse
we all sing.

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