WoRD VoMITA Poem by Hatinau JPoets and Poetry Lovers alike will totally get this.
To purge the mind,
body, and soul. It isn't pretty. Verbiage mess Do you feel -the need to clean? Sticky, sweet, splattered page. A pretty day, one rainy week. On bended knee, I began to run. Gag the brain until it spews. Retch and barf to get it out. There is no cure for word sickness. Expel all chunks, onto the shoe- of my pen. © 2011 Hatinau J |
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