When You Run Out Of Monkeys...Improvise

                                                         

                                                                          Blinded by iniquity,
                                                Choosing not to see.
                                           Hoping that the path is clear
                                               In case I need to flee.


                                       

                                        No noxious nouns, nor vicious verbs,
                                               Upon my earlobes glisten.
                                              Nor near angelic antonyms,
                                                 Since I refuse to listen.

                                       

                                             No longer from this belted bill
                                             Spew phrases from the gutter.
                                         It's cinched about a notch too tight;
                                              Oh well...it cured my stutter.

Pinhole's Blog

 

What did you think of this article?




Trackbacks
  • No trackbacks exist for this post.
Comments

Leave a comment

 Name

 Email (will not be published)

 Website

Your comment is 0 characters limited to 3000 characters.