7200
(alternately titled:
this stoned temple
pilot ready for Styx)
I hate tubby
a nuisance
boot ma check
king account...
suffered a
major hit strafed
with a
shock king
(difficult
to absorb) 'bout
mid morning
today August
fourteenth,
tooth how
sand eighteen
and got
rushed with clout
to the
nearest emergency
triage facility,
the doctors (all
named Piggy
Penny Banks)
shook their
head with doubt
prognosis for recovery
requires more'n
just a dime
a dozen,
(or quarter
back) appeal,
hence my plea
for posting,
this helter skelter
heroic measure
summarily and in fact
donate myself
(earning Purple Heart
as a non veteran)
bone a (er)
fide done deal
yea, aye
even forgo thine
a doodle
doo lil pecker,
which
minimally doth
newt rue,
stir, nor ring
atrophied
house broken
barely visible
prick tis docile, and
(like a game )
willy nilly able
at a moe
mince notice
dir wreck lee
(stand stiff)
head over heal
no...no..
no, though
strut that eye
feel rendered
poverty stricken,
a sudden
dark mood
finds me less
eager tubby alive
asper thine
primary (albeit only)
checking
account poorly
weathered
a kamikaze
nose dive
with the plight
of pennilessness
unexpectedly
looming...
(parental advisory)
breaking news
at five,
when motley crews
auto-de-fé
be buzzing
like a b52 sized
bee hive
ah...mine
posthumous fame,
and fortune
posse sub bully
as palliative relieving
grave
gallows humor
small
consolation, whereat
I cannot fathom
to facebook,
snapchat,
nor do
the shutterfly jive!
