Monday, December 21, 2020

Song of 81 Poems - XLIII




"Get how Babe's green." 
     She's money obsessed,
     rents from us since Chocolate phoned.
Oh that group would need a woman.

We joked at this blind missive.
Women lied, manipulated sleep-time, then howled.
     Somehow you forgot this pathetic communication.
Some imagined opaque delight. 
     "What struggles?
Observe reasons why life appears.
     "With the edge, give ideas!" 

He must maintain it.
     Perfume over an ancient babbling sound,
Try the life experiment.
     Come here, there it is, a call to your peace.

How will you? Go decide upon their silence?
Die, decide, I said you are dead.
     Etiquette surrounds us all.

I'm pulled you see,
Trouble follows me through grace.
Way hot, full-assed, dark,
     When deep society is a storm.

Present your psychedelic observations!
Stretch a faithful canvas.
     The open shimmer is clever and straight.
If children grip society.
   You'll empower their subject.

Speak out, imagine when liars are at process,
      smeared over wasted earth.

As we work hard, surf and love.
Your wife is raging,
She holds the loathe-some babbling process,
     damaged by model dreams.

Naughty drunk, address every idea, with sugar.



Song of 81 Poems:

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10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18
19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27
28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36
37 38 
38 40 41 42 43 44 45
46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54
55 56 57 58 59 60 61
 62 63
64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72
73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81

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