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groovin to a drum machine that gets unplugged.
by Jared Fladelandi am a po-ette
slamming through a jamming
texas cup for two.
eat me a liver
grinding in a blinding
flash of comfort food.
kitty cat, kitty
rubbing 'gainst my ankle
purr real loud for me. (change of key)
i like my dinners soft and cold
my water a tish room temper'ture
and my extrav'gent night on the town
to be under a dollar eighty-nine a gallon.
so much for the beat. 11/04/2006 Author's Note: don't try to understand me? Wink.
Posted on 11/05/2006
Copyright © 2024 Jared Fladeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 11/05/06 at 07:29 PM lol... love the author's note. duh. I can't understand myself most of the time, how could I possibly understand you? Love to read you though, through squiggles of giggles... ;-} |
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