I wanna be a poet, a word slinger extraordinaire. Instead I’m a mimic, pacing
Off the steps, gimping up the line behind the real deal. Authenticity has meaning in rhyme’s
World. Weighty phrases loaded with innuendo and innocent declarations of true love.
Give me shelter, hoist me high, let me trade these paltry phrases for a silver plated platter.
A rose by any other name would still wilt and die, and therein lies the inherent problem: Reality.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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By Ian Garrabrant
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Yes!
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“innocent declarations of true love.” be the problem…. and fear of the prose poem…you world class word slinger you….
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Oh you! I’ll sling burgers instead of words.
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burgers ….you’ve got more voice than those billions served…. it’s all those condiments of caution and fear of your own secret sauce …that lets doubt boss what you want to serve…OH you!
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