10-05-2014, 04:56 AM
Imagine that the world was turned
Upon its side and made of flesh.
Twixt both the upper and the lower firms
(The left and right)
Resides the Earth,
an anal sphere.
Imbibing on reality, I sing about
my end. They will say I am an ass,
but still my song will bellow from my ass.
Gather round to downward glory.
Swirl with the circling lees
and take up arms with hershey colored swords.
I've composed a song of scatting,
Beeps and Bops and alimental,
All atop a porcelain throne.
Do not weep or turn your tears to rivers.
For the mattered droppings from above,
Will crust our eyes and open inner sight.
-This is why free verse can be harder than a set meter.
Upon its side and made of flesh.
Twixt both the upper and the lower firms
(The left and right)
Resides the Earth,
an anal sphere.
Imbibing on reality, I sing about
my end. They will say I am an ass,
but still my song will bellow from my ass.
Gather round to downward glory.
Swirl with the circling lees
and take up arms with hershey colored swords.
I've composed a song of scatting,
Beeps and Bops and alimental,
All atop a porcelain throne.
Do not weep or turn your tears to rivers.
For the mattered droppings from above,
Will crust our eyes and open inner sight.
-This is why free verse can be harder than a set meter.