Mutinous
The only way up is down she saysAnd with a perilous smile one digresses
Sometimes it looks like other days
Actually all the while hits the presses
Buttons up and buttons down
Merry go round the angled squares
Bats are tearing up the town
Time to be leaving unawares
So to go and gone for good
Tinsel, pencil rite of write
What ado, if only would
Tongue to speak of overbite
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers

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Written on 2018-10-03 at 16:32




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