,
Lost within the mark it made on the heart
Of some misunderstood matter;
In the pantheon the gods blather on
Praising inane Zeus with his stupid cellphone
Which the seraphs suspect is not even turned on;
Really,
Somewhat surprising anything good ever gets done
When the smug faced bad actors all think they're the one
And it's always those on the other side of the screen getting hung;
Hey Zeusy what's the number dumb dumb.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-06-15 at 12:23
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Zeusy
When one goes sinking through the darkLost within the mark it made on the heart
Of some misunderstood matter;
In the pantheon the gods blather on
Praising inane Zeus with his stupid cellphone
Which the seraphs suspect is not even turned on;
Really,
Somewhat surprising anything good ever gets done
When the smug faced bad actors all think they're the one
And it's always those on the other side of the screen getting hung;
Hey Zeusy what's the number dumb dumb.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 643 times
Written on 2016-06-15 at 12:23
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