PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

        Without me anyway without way I came near without a coffeehouse without breath but withkith withkin with Jorge with a cake so round though somewhat square but without growth of grass with scars with warts with fingers with sticks with many R's and few G's but an enormously tiny bit of a lot. Oh fall you down into your hole oh bury yourself & your longwinded hope give your ego a kick give your id its reward and whatever is left of you fry it like little fishes in oil you can peel off your shoes. I'm free of you, you little prick.