Poetry CreatOR II

Created by Jeff Lewis & Erik Sincoff

with help from Darin & Thad Nicholson

The Doorknob
Anonymous
A mountainous range stood before the intense doorknob
Last for the massacring first for the biting--Now we improve!
Everlasting pillories reasoning through the sky,
Figment of the imagination ? Never.. . The gouging went on
His lover held on to his sturdy claw, he was warm
Waves roll past the grave of the unknown serving wench, the body creams
"Dominate me with your overpowering breast!" Olive Oil moaned keenly.
Even as he flees, the doorknob turns to see the heathen chasing him into the sanctuary
An end is an end is an end, but this is simply the beginning.


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