Oliver Krier Poet I do not know?

Again Burgers

clove cinnamon for simon&dunkin tuna for garfunkel.
wobbly looped spindles, hums tunes  "holy mackerel".
silent whispers alluring hoarding ajar.
more candid topics, endorsed by chet choppock.
overtime blenders whip hot fudge tapioca.
from the larva, emerges paul harvey.
orator greetings predestines"good day, utopia.
good healing from dr. oz & charles ozgood, 
understood.
bytes penetrating sequin hoods of vast neighborhoods.
well steaked positions, instills glorified bastions.
no wasteful questions, bout times were in.
unconsumed media leaves abundance to chance (t)hen.
signs of our times, perhaps, we should thank (T)hen.

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Skat A November 14, 2015 at 9:08 AM Kathie :) Congratulations on having your poem featured on the soups, Home Page. ~SKAT LOVE~

Kathie Shank October 27, 2015 at 3:55 PM I can hear the change and busy din of our media and techno lives. Very interesting. Kathie Shank October 28, 2015 at 11:07 AM Thanks for your advice on my poem. I have changed the overused word. Hopefully, it's an improvement.