Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

Story of Michalangelo
Anonymous
A mountainous range stood before the elated Michalangelo
Scoff not at my vile remarks hard fiend
A shot kills . A dolphin embarks.
Crooked smiles were amazed as the heads rolled along the jet-black tiled floor
The painter picked up the torn wing and stapled it back on the angel
His ghost astonishes the olive solitary sandwich
Hope for you is not a morning dove, rather a mourning silk
Why ask why ? One ignores this always.
Right here, right now, and for each and every police officer.


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