Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

rubber balls, plastic nose
buy yourself a hose and hope it grows.
Go where you will, take a dose.

leaky pipes, dried up damns?
it’s the cyborg surge,
a postmodern catamaran

A canuee full of goo
I’m nothing, I always knew.
A sponge never imbue.

Narcissus and perpetual youth
Am I just an echo to your truth
Societies missing tooth.

your rhymes, like echoes, cascading thru these images bringing me a smile.

yeah, I dig this alot
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I liked the last line: we are kids, we are old, we fell somewhere, we are ill or we have fighted or..? (I guess the first one fits better with the poem atmosphere! )