|
Noon swoons - hold the pickle
by A. Paige White If hostile passengers say truth is a lie
and cast doubting nets of night sweats
upon artistic expression
Does that mean one true ascending path-
plane to a seeker of truth -
rides fiery stallions in resurrection?
Nets burst into flame
when we cast not shams blame
and then we're told to say...
01/15/2007 Author's Note: ...hehehe... I already know the answer...
gobble fast little spoon...
...and give us more irish eyed trans fats... please?
Posted on 01/15/2007
Copyright © 2026 A. Paige White
| 
