| It was like leather sticks with mushroom coating. Like cow tongue licks with weather side roaming. A naked watch that was watching me. A lever to pull that grew like a tree. Slowly but surely the muscles were fat. Uplifting but low... the owner was a rat. Sold to the corner where the slobber sets in. It's wet and smells bad like a few... of our friends. It was like a condom... That was made of stone. A cracker of wisdom that was so damn old. Like crows it was... Washed with no rinse. Like me it was... It made no sense. |
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| And you think my poems are confusing? 'It Made No Sense' is just that! No sense, confusion... But it's very, very creative. I love this poem for it's creativity and utter nonsense. |
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