Posted on December 10, 2018
by Alex V. Weir
I don’t want to hear your reasons I don’t want to hear disdain for rhymes Ah the changing of the seasons… Ah the sterile little monkeys Would mate the brood mare With the donkeys Blank stare What hath thou wrought But plastic things That…
Category: UncategorizedTags: Absurdism, poems, WEEEEEEEE
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