Razors pain you;Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Yet Even More of National Poetry Month
Razors pain you;Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
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3 comments:
DP was quite the woman, wasn't she? I'd have loved to play some poker with her.
She would drink me right under the table! It would be a fun night.
I think I should print this poem out and plaster it around my office while I write. Thanks for the poetry break!
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