Stretching, aching metaphorical
life. You weren't s'posed to be horrible.
You were s'posed to be 'mazing
tipsy without hazing...
So what happened?
Speak to me, sage
for I'm dying for that bit of wisdom
that my ancestors foraged
to skirt around goin' to prison.
ah...
stormy clouds
concrete mounds
towers, showers
may as well be clowns
in my choosiness
I laugh.
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Written by Nancy Jones on the tenth of August, 2011
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