Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

One potato two potato three potato war.
five potato six potato seven potato war.

War war war war war.
President War War President President War.
War war war war war.

I live and breathe war.
I buy it gifts because no one should be lonely.
I pour war in a shot glass, crystalline pure.
I talk to shot glasses.
I live and breathe war, for,
as it is commonly known,
there is no other way for humans.
Might as well drink it under the table,
declare war on myself.

I live and breathe war,
arrange it delicately,
as I would crimson petals.
I fold war deftly in a newspaper.
I smoke war, get scholarships to war,
come to its timely rescue,
halfway to promised land,
because the possibilities are endless,
and real estate is not.

oops.

sorry.

I did not want to post to this one cause it is so perfect
but I want to take away the delete button cause I am a schmuck and I drive a truck.

the beginnig reminds me the first song I learn in English: "one, little two, little three, little indians... four little five, little six..." (an so on until ten). I don't know if you know this song round there, maybe it was only for export!.
saludos,

Arcadia

Gracias still t & Arcadia...

Gee, that didn't last long did it? I mean, after my so-called "last angry poem"....

I'm going to take a break for awhile, methinks. Read more, write less. Maybe I'll get inspired. It seems I'm just "stewing in it" a little too much now.