Saturday, May 30, 2009

I Pushed Paul Simon Down The Stairs

It Was An Accident!

I can only see my face in the mirror!
Something has gone terribly wrong with this dream!

Okay, so maybe this wasn't a poem.
Does the Taxman care?
Will the Dogcatcher worry that he's a dogcat?
Will the Doctor grin and barf on my shoes
Or does he expect me to do Everything myself?!

This esoteric conceit clumsily conceived by Ron Southern at 4:37 PM
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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)

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