Curbing the cool factor
altered the big of the mind.
So probably, we lack in upstart,
a stance inclined toward gruel.
Unlike, say, a swishing, hips mostly.
Thus, I discourse sporadically,
metronome knuckle crux calibrated.
For all passion and please,
we would so languish in a tragedy
like fabulous fumes.
Neck deep in dooms, derailing.
We get ailing and apocryphal.
Shut it down/wind it up/bloody nose a-run.
All weak long getting rehashed,
whiplashed, and frozen in fails.
I can’t stomach these trifles…

-r. miller

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