Bla bla bla.

[mnaz]

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.

[mnaz]

oops.

sorry.

[stilltrucking]

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.

[Arcadia]

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

[mnaz]

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.