Musings
A rock in outer space,
A tube of pink toothpaste.
Running at a dizzying pace,
Building a new play space.
Got an bad itch on my face,
Want to scratch with a mase.
Forgetting a bad taste,
Need to stop eating white glue paste.
I'm creating faster than it was erased.
Wondering where I've been displaced,
Hoola-hooping around my waist,
As I run in the amazing race.
Singing a song a sinister pace,
Listening all along to her case
Hung up in your sleeve is my red ace,
I stole the canary's only bass.
I wanted to get to first base,
Got turned down at the slightest distaste.
Started again in the original place,
Found my self back in outer space.
Dessert
Easting dessert first,
Chilling out with Fred Durst.
Dropping from best to worst,
Crying when the words went terse.
Plan C
I am going to
Emancipate
Proclaimate
Cooperate and
Operate on some
Choc-co-late.
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