A cobra starship aint nothing to play with and a
donkey-kong don’t even know a foot from a hand.
The banana slipped out long ago and now she’s
stuck, a singer without a band.
Confucius/confusion, simmers to the mind,
I’m settled in
with the tea top going out back
This poor girl here feels stuck in the
mud - waist deep, with a
gorilla-gang on the attack.
I know, in my head, the similarities
that lie, bestowed within.
a heart feels
deep and sour
It is an incredible time, and uprising
subconscious, when lighting just struck the hemlock tower.
Gentle and hard
rough with hands
Coursing the pace
Turtles
with designs
embroidered into their shells.
Long ago
knew how to win the
race.
Teeter-totter
Peter-pan, might as well be
fooled
All the kin around
Absorb all day - understand
all morn, no waiting for the sound.
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