Solving Systems!
Solve your systems.
What
Cluck
Smuk
Don't think
Try the scientific
Blink
Clink
Lift the glass
Give a vow
Smash
Clash
Colors indigo
Like the cloud
Mow
So
What
All smut
Smuk
Cluck
Like ducks
that fuck
and sell
And pale
Yellows
Don't hurt.
~1971
I destroyed
my teenage angst poems and most of my young adult poems - full of fuck everyone and the world. I figured it was hormonal.
It rhymes with duck. I
It rhymes with duck. I forget about these. Thanks for resurrecting them