![]() GarbageA Poem by apennylate![]() Baggage...![]() Garbage okay, got it Garage-band gallivanting with capes fluttering, cops chasing caught-flossing between innings, despite needing to win winnings of side-bets on the side hustling on the side all the time, its back to hussies on the side, jaws open-wide Wait... Banned-from cussing? okay, got it Gotta think-quick... my verbs can be-like... Phoenix-re-birthing-zen-at-my-cursing-will-he-need-learning But no, I'm of earning my own stripes and depending on days unfurling, I will curl back my fist and smash-strike despite the respite in my tone, drips of despise 'n' spite still spitefully in throat I will stay still to avoid blow-back frequencies lit by mescalines perplexing efforts damn masculine tethers to herculine efforts Her 'n' me backwards... Curve of the rapture grabbed at the slaughter for conjure its polite burn but recycled lines can harm-yeh, so read-on-higher To strobe too far from ode-light define lines when you write, don't hide-blind from the less-designed its not the comments that carry Its the voice its not the spectators that are remembered Its the stage its the action release traction avoided barrel-rolls fathoms-to-go Yet still I fear the end of... Turn the page
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