Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

Diana Ross
Anonymous
"Reason!" grumbled the horny man, the keeper of Diana Ross
Scoff not at my vile remarks sticky fiend
A shot jumps . A shark walks.
Crooked smiles were froze as the heads rolled along the aquamarine tiled floor
My favorite thing is typing "Wonder Woman is a Virgin" on your passionate face
With a mighty "Yawp!" Marie Curie bit into the hide of her prey
How easily did the dream come apart, like a black tear in one's rosy finger
Even as she flees, Diana Ross turns to see the prong chasing her into the sanctuary
O melancholy world, you have hit me again.


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