How To Make a Vurt Feather

Sideways squint,
Paintbrush aloof,
Mind uncaught,
Not too much pot.

Paintbrush of own hair, pubic or not,
Blank book of no worth,
#Finger middle used for f~~~~~~~ c###s,
Outward journey,
~Not too much imagination.

Finally name the barstards,
You don't get paid,
People take a holiday from reality,
And you suffer insanity,
Only raise an arm in crucifix,
They take feathers from broken wing.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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