Hi poets.
it's time I graced you with my dark purple presence,
peasants and the poor alike...
did you gargle hydrogen peroxide today
like great great grandma
taught your mama?
read a Psalm and sing along
to Aunt Matilda's high pitched, piano playing
floral dress wearing, rayon song?
at least tell me
you got a free donut
from the table in the back
with the sign that says 'donations welcome'
did you welcome them with a laugh?
uh-oh
my coffee table is freaking out.
Good-bye poets.
it's time I fed my dead membrane
and burned my hand
picking up King James.
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You had a busy morning. Nice poem! Can you help me get this ham off of me?