Here's a pretty cool poem I wrote today. It's got a personal meaning for me, but it's also just a lot of fun and a bit wacky. Enjoy.
I asked you who you were
What a fucking question
What a fucking night
Everything was wrong.
The song was out of tune
The reverend wore no collar
The cat was bathing in the tub,
With Franklin on the dollar.
The jumbo jets grew legs
And flowers bloomed on Mars
And babies went back in the womb
And Persian rugs back on the loom.
Everything was fucked, all right:
The ground was in the sky
The night I asked you who you were
And you could not reply.
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