Cunctus Cope

Rookie - 2 Points (8/4/96 / Portland, OR)

Spill - Poem by Cunctus Cope

Out for a stroll on some solidified oil
The mogul mutters mantras against the dawn
Clutching his taut Taiwanese timepiece
A Rockerfellian Kubla Khan
Living lies like any sensible philanthropist
Shooting scenes sans the exposition
Conservative citadel’s census gives the green light
Blame burning bridges on cruel derision

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  • Rookie - 82 Points Scotty Dogg (1/20/2012 8:47:00 PM)

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 9, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 10, 2012

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