Beat Poetry
So Roy, Patty and I are sitting around with nothing to do… so you get some beat poetry.
The road is melting purple magic
The pony is unaware of where it is
And Arizona is obese and creeping
My pancake is hardening
David Bowie croons as I stare
Society is my malignant
Chicken pock belly dancer
It waddles me to the brink of seduction
The Bering Straight is Bearing D
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I smell like vinegar
I reject prepubescence
