Foolhardy

i slipped up on the rose bush the thorns were razor sharp the queen of suspect warnings sat silent playing on her harp now im dripping on the weeds and laying out my big blue tarp my colossal hat adjusted ever moving oh so slightly nodding here, winking there thoughts expressed so very lightly the sun was bare upon my wound exassurbating brightly sprawled across the ground they lie the reservations i had picked dissolving in the open field with the frosting i had licked poor little empty cupcake now so plain and simply panicked i rested with the bean man he knew all of my tales he crossed his arms absurdly and pitched untrodden sales since he'd heard all of my anecdotes our communication fails my day in dull grey cotten no more herioc than your plastic i found frolicking in roses because he thought it was fantastic that the big machine that made us turn was held together by elastic