Outsides In
hexagon edges hardened, a diamond’s breath. From a green goo
form turtling attitude tapdance the beach of evolution. Paw from fin, fin from
what had been, back to pigskin, the poetry written deep within. Center of
Planet Rock that Hot Damn! Pan of Secret Sizzle. Each word wheezed did melt
those survivors born under a lucky star. A lava cloud a ping-trill frequence
rings the lobe. My chirrup beamed from othersideoftheuniverse belly then out
this turt’s chomp. Reamed my god HurLeD AcTuAl SYruP! What’s up with this green
body of a shell? swims like a tuna and screams ricochet up an inkwell? here’s
the catch,
I
fooled ya, ima great liar
You shoulda seen the hook yr face
Could you really go on reading some sshit about turtles with
magic powers shutup get out of here go clean your apartment or stick yer dick
in a toilet ASshOle
.end of
poem.
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