This one is a so and so
that one has the clap
you know who loves to blow
it’s all the same old crap—
we find relief within a stall
inscribing impishly
our childish rants upon the wall
the hubris of ennui.
Are You Reading Me?
Are You Reading Me?
He he he
ReplyDeletethis is friggin awesome.
The "hubris of ennui" strikes a chord.
ReplyDeleteAha! Now you've proven it!
ReplyDeleteDamn buttons! I hit h and it ran with it.Hey, I remember a time when I mistook you for h. I'd forgotten that.
ReplyDeleteha ha - yes this one proves you can find poetry (if it is considered as such) anywhere.
ReplyDeleteps - no habla espanol