2/3/2025 for Constructor of My Won Chaos Poetry Contest sponsored by Sara Jama
under control all's well in whole never better to the letter what's this mary ann open up worm can I see blonde curls flying squirrels am I insane? or, just a bird brain wait, but it's open/shut one minute wingnut I'm in the trenches taking leave of my senses open eyes light a candle she flies off the handle feelings linger she gave me the middle finger a big talker off her rocker in trouble deep losing sleep counting hallucinations and sheep twiddle digits fuss and fidget keep a tight lip take another sip or a gulp beat yourself to a pulp living hell I hope it ends well or maybe just a hiccup fifty-two pickup
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