In conclusion by Johnny CrimsonSeldom a sane rocket
leaves the launch pad
and it's a queer quiver
through a deadpan pendulum's heart
that slivers up to you
in see-through everything
and asks for a presidential pardon
from intercourse-related discriminatory procedural hearings.
I was clear and direct once,...
it was a long day! 03/31/2015
Posted on 03/31/2015 Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
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Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 04/01/15 at 07:19 PM Continuity and connective tissue are grossly overrated. Emphasis on the gross. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. |
Posted by A. Paige White on 04/02/15 at 02:54 AM You had me from the first line. But doggont I must've missed what this was concluding from and I'd sure like to fill in that gap because I enjoyed this conclusion so much. I've been scribbling my own "seldom a sane rocket" carried about in "if death's robes had pockets" myself... Thoroughly enjoyed!!! |
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/02/15 at 12:38 PM this is simply, excellent Johnny, congratulations on POTD. |
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