Mercury must be in marmalade again;
travelers and thieves abound
on the road to Shambala.
How many dog days until summer
begins and ends?
The horror! The horror!
Kurtzy before the throne, you peasant
with your heart of
d
a
r
k
n
e
s
s
snuggle up for a kip in Rud’s yard, (id)ling
Yo, Prometheus! Gimme a light!
This darkness
got
to
give
Now you’re wondering what the point of this is.
Maybe there is no point, as obliquely obtuse
as a testicle.
Yeah, I had the balls to say it.
What, you think you can break me?
Bitch, please—my daughter publicly posted this:
So you think you’re upsetting me with your uneducated assumptions?
No, I won’t eat you for breakfast—all that saccharine leaves a bad taste in my mouth, and there just isn’t anything to sink my teeth into.
Please don’t tell me you’re still looking for a point.
Fine, have this one. Everything it stands for is dead.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Ekke Ekke Ekke Ekke Ptang Zoo Boing!
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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