![]() MarmalademarmalademarmaladeA Poem by John![]() I frustrating evening leads to a frustrated hereafter?![]()
Obscurities and insecurities,
rhyming nonsensical sensations with incomplete contemplations and halfwitted whittlings, carving away at a caricature that few could understand, i.e. apprehend. On a roll, here we go, you think it childish the way my words have reason as well as constant consonants conning your ears as well as your eyes and giving way to my subtle lies? deBergerac has naught on I, let my flowery fountains of fame and fortune fondle the few remaining aesthetic ties between you and your taste for beauty, your taste for truth, your taste for me. Give in to the cliche kisses as my fingers type away and your brain becomes a bed of disposable moist towelettes and a brothel for your brotherly love behind the banter that Bruce Banner hides so willingly behind.
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