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Riddle Me This
Contributed by
kleetas
on
Wednesday, 29th February 2012 @ 11:18:56 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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The triffids are bending
Like Mustafa Mond
Extolling the virtues
Of some other song
The proxies are vacant
Like ides of the march
Looking unwanted
For throats wanton parch
Memories diverted
To some other strain
Rebuked by insolvents
Like Nietzche's domain
Housebound like hemoroids
This sphincter of lust
Wanton abandon
Like desert's dry crust
Silly these mortals
Who ponder the deep
Awake in wee hours
Searching for sleep
Rounding the radical
Simplify math
Spew from the heavens
By Voyager's path
Language like Mohawk
And songbirds who rail
Bosstones excited
They flower the trail
Illusions are peaking
From ivory towers
Annoint all the brethren
By some golden showers
Fathom the deepest
To plumb the abyss
Frolick like junebugs
On cancerous cysts
Lance the collusion
Remove all the bile
Repaint the exterior
With earthenware tile
Grant me salvation
And leave it to me
Learning the wisdom
Contentment is free
Dots on the skyline
Too small for mind's eye
Strain the compassion
Of ye who ask why
Copyright ©
kleetas
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2012-02-29 11:18:56] (Date/Time posted on
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