broken verse
likened to a weekender bag
likened to a weekender bag
it took me, like you took me,
and when I had taken you
..for granted
it always seemed like
holding up that
glass,
for a toast
but aren't we drinkers,
you may ask?
I pooled in my
moneys and have
not paid the landlord
because here's my anxiety:
socialism and communism
are planned
by the moral overlord
how can we survive
my gentle blowball,
in this shifty stream of
consciousness?
but my being logoleptic
is crucial,
lets me save myself
of a semiotic-
turned-poetic
..exulansis
