The White Hot Poem From your Past
Playing it like a game
in the out door
rubber pink knotty tied to stem the flow
of evil lipped wheelies
hippening quintly
all nowhere quaintly, Mr. Lidshaft
did you find your headset
in So Co and Allerbest
the land of Milke me honey
not to worry toadie,
you sun cakes burnt a miserable brown
with all the fix 'ens
come an' get me
jangle queen starrific,
hot house horntoad
oh all right,
you want the greatest poem ever written
you do it
I'm busy
I never promised you that,
I never promised you anything,
don't like it?
don't like me?
geez?
really?
ouch,..good one buddy!
thanks!!
is that all it is?
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Ray 1997
