A brief sampling of what comes out of my head when I’m bored in class…
Brain Ejaculation
Random Rainbow Rubbercars run bumper to Thumper
The rabbit cries
“Who has an ounce of a British pound?”
enough to get in a huff but not to go down
a whole note of perfection
brought on by the infection
of criminal minds roam the street
looking to meat
Porkchops
that pig knows karate
drive by in a mazaradi-look at that hottie!
Wait, it’s a tomato not a baked potato.
The PoP, the rhythm, the Rime of the Ancient Mariner
What do you get when you put them together?
A collected stream of thought, put into words,
if they weren’t mine,
would they have been heard?
