Monday, January 19, 2015

I sit humble and perched in

I sit humble and perched in
this room of absurd with
thoughts all a crumble and
speech all a mumble my shift
feels a tumble to rhyme in
a feast of beauty the beast
on ground made of wheat and
corn by the EVIL CORP IN_CORP
or ate it but it made me
sick in my pancreas unseen
so I trust the beautiful female
asian doctor who touched my feet
and smiled - I Swear!

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