i will try to write 100 poems in 100 days. even if they're all chamber potty. then i'll write one when i feel like it.

Sunday, April 11, 2010

glittering prizes & endless com

promises shatter the ill
usion of in
tegrity saith not
peart not
me quoting
he but a re
publican tea
party candidate in ke
ntucky i
almost dripped my
sunday morning coffee
when i read this then
heard the upcoming cre
scendo won
dered if palin
is a rush fan too
realized once your
words are out they
don't belong
to you

1 comment:

  1. The words of a prophet, my man, the words of a prophet.

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