So many Ads
Honestly I can only read a few and when
I do my creative thinking flies right out
the window from illness weight loss pills
acne toe fungus to the dread of depressions
with flowers in the head seems to be watching
my every move some kind of artificial intelligence
waiting for thoughts to emerge I began scratching
my own head wondering if I have an entire
garden growing inside my skull like one
of those old toilet seats filled with weeds
pondering about the entrance way to old
man Miltons farm leading straight to an
abandoned bathtub covered with soil and
fresh cut daisies I like daisies I suppose
I'll plant a few outback until my writers
block ends stop that day dreaming gal
are you going mad no sir just a bit
drained after indulging in so many ads.
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