Never Knew What It Was
Never Knew What It Was
She was my last remaining serial material witness
Who was not a morally morose mistress that I could
be eating my cereal beside who as usual again has
lied and by no law would ever abide no matter how
hard or much or which way she tried ended up in a
palace which was imperial where much marginal living
may exist.
My cereal with fruit I had forgotten,
And it had ended up being rotten;
With mad dash,
Threw in trash,
After I finished all my hot to trotting.
Jim Horn
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2018
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