Never let it be said,
You nasty bastards,
Sassing my ass faster than…
Answer:
Do I not experiment?
Free Verse ensures I fly –
Sans shackles!
Or training wheels.
World Serpents,
Love Hoarding Knowledge,
Just as much as they love playing,
With their food.
Both in exponential scales.
Black Hole time distortions,
Turning into spaghetti until pretty much…
The end of time.
Hopefully the gravitational mass,
Kills you quick enough –
So your freeze dried body can go spaghetti.
See?
Could we talk Ebullism –
IN SONNETS?
Concrete?
Rarely – In jest.
Rhyme?
Only in homage,
Or SATIRE.
Free Verse, Duh.
