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a wooded area (16 square acres)
is it acceptable?
maybe it is not quite so to eat a tree
not quite so a treat, for trees are wooden
were washington's teeth to be wooden might he consume a different pair of teeth instead
for wood might not be as unusual and/or foreign to him
because wood cannot consume wood, shall it consume only itself
eat food.
this is as apparent as the air is so, i am sure of such things, but many things i am not so
two turntables, i think so, or rather it's all station to station, my morning version of javelin
this afternoon normality, has quite increased into a formality
gravity, i only said that word because it rhymed
but not quite every time
use your brain.
it’s not your fault.
this paper is indeed folden, the formation of 16 squares is as apparent as the first stanza.
light a flame for each one, and the fire is eternal.
i'm internally nocturnal, but only when i wear thermal
if i was a triangle, i'd be isosceles
socrates, he was the spokesman for nabisco
those are crackers, not cookies, keebler is the elf one
remember the postulate? you mean the alamo, right?
this is a place in texas, probably
a war-time conflict took place in that section
and in the forest, maybe some trees are congruent
swahili, being a language in which i'm not very fluent
derive sadness from rain.
remember the board game called grape escape?
well, there's a playstation game called ape escape
and marlon brando was in a movie called the great escape
the common denominator being the word escape
thus, creating a bit of linkage between the three
they bond much like the stocks
the market crashed on wall street
it was terrible, too many people were stealing watermelons
and alas there was a vault.
and when i'm down, i always go to green acres
there's a lot of basketball players on the los angeles lakers
the ball they could scoop, placement for the hoop
eat raisins for pavement, they were angels also
they weren't in the outfield.
i, not really knowing why, those gasoline and cherry pies.
it just put me in the right mood.
eat food and use your brain
it's not your fault you derive sadness from rain.
and, alas there was a vault, it just put me in the right mood.
it was just the right time. just the right place.
let's get this started.
Postulate, mitagate reticulate, dont be late
it's always something you did not contemplate.
Perhaps something that you ate, pragmatistic
surrealistic sir conquistador, blah blah blah...and so on and so forth, von Voighdt Seven esq, etc... your name's insane, but you aren't to blame. reality is rigourous, a pain - a virtual strain, to derive sadness from the rain.
This seems rambling. There are many good lines, "light a flame for each one, and the fire is eternal" and "derive sadness from rain", but they dont fit into the random chatter of the poem.