That’s not. What’s not right?
Each his own story and a tale to tell.
Thus must not worry, furious proportion anoints delirious distortion.
Super tight, out of…
With the wits of a mouse throwing fits over bowls of cheese grits.
Mercy, we let your dreams die.
Never again will our eyes celebrate your toothless smile.
A child bread in a ruthless vile. So fowl, so wild.
A threaded testimony of ashes.
Focus your glasses.
Pay attention to the shivering brim of tender silver, a frame so grim.
Swim with flamingos. Go where the ring goes, thy suppose.
Swing from the brim of tropical trees in Santo Domingo, neatly groomed in columns and rows.
The seeds can’t breathe in the brush, subtle rush, foreseen in the leaves.
Open your mind in the morning time. Stay awake… and stay away from the cake.
~That Dude Eddie~
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