Sit in ocean spray,
until you get sticky, say.
Now you’re all juiced, eh?
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Told he was illiterate but not wanting to admit it he decided he didn’t want a look alike anyway and so he became wanted by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police
Disturbing the Peace
was Sam the Lamb’s painted fleece:
“Let all sheeran cease!”
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Groove is in the shirking
When you’re web lurking
you can look like you’re working:
it’s all networking.
Sometimes an AI can leave one downcast
Gimbits Goose aghast
at Cog’s being so nonplussed
when its sex was asked.
I knew that that was it the day my fitbit (died) did balk
Great to walk the walk
but now it doesn’t count. Talk
extinct as Great Auk.
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Headstrikes all I’m left
Like a man deeteed
I reach for drugs and do cede
to be so less freed.
Fractures at the On Route
What’s in her head
doesn’t readily translate over
it takes effort,
concentrated communication
or the rift
wrenches the continents apart
for hours and hours of
disappointment piled on.
Takes a lot of weathering
for the crushed particulars
to, once again, commingle.
