Poem -
Sung Upside Down
i've been endothermic and marginal. stung by cryptic bees
with wheezing stings that haunt the glacier of the private mind.
i have hijacked my quota of dismal and pawned the scope of my grasp for a bird in the hand, in a coma.
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Comments
Hey,
Just look on the bright side, August Arps.
All of that endothermic heat you're absorbing will eventually melt the glacier of your private mind.
Hey, every dark cloud has a silver lining, yes?
Nicely penned...
~Dean Kuch ā ļø