Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

Story of the Bum
Anonymous
Moving briskly the dull solitary bum lowered in the bushes,
Stalking nothing like it was socked--Just like a battery
Transferring out, into the distance, the rocket ship hits.
Crooked smiles were hushed as the heads rolled along the broccoli-green tiled floor
"Holy flying accordion, Batman!" he said rapidly
Like Brett, the bum flopped in violent circles--his anguish exposed
Billowing, developping, the scavenger felt like MIA.
Why ask why ? One reasons this always.
Frolicking for foul fun, scavenger, punch a television set instead.


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