Bruisin’ for a cruisin’.
The ruse and all it reeks of.
Creaky joints
join together in chorus.
A forest fringing fortitude.
Shitty attitudes with
the requisite platitudes.
Burn the paragon.
-r. miller
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Bruisin’ for a cruisin’.
The ruse and all it reeks of.
Creaky joints
join together in chorus.
A forest fringing fortitude.
Shitty attitudes with
the requisite platitudes.
Burn the paragon.
-r. miller
Great poem! I also noticed that if you read it out loud, it’s a bit of a tongue twister.
Thank you! And yes, that was certainly intentional 🙂