Author: danDAman

Prolific Nonsense Propagator What aspiring writers become when they don't commit to writing... auguilar@hotmail.com

Treading

Phrased this woven thought
The cackle was nervously
Thrown ‘cause they just thought the tone
Was begging for a comedic reaction

And that’s a good day
Filled to the brim
Spilling to whatever
Tomorrow brings

I open the fridge
My fresh
Peddler of filth

At some point,
We just need to be told

Are but ornamental caskets…
A pouting charnel

This has none
To do with
How you live

A life lived
Easily
Compacted
In an all-encompassing bullet

The middle aged men knew
They have to keep moving along…

The world is either a splurge
Or a scourge
Some are passed a torch

No leash or cages
 Just wide open spaces  Free to go

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