Demented Confessions 9 – Stolen Poems

Stolen Poems

Let’s invent a new language she said,

One in which even the smartest can play god

On the limbs of others.

Version 2

Okay I said but why are we doing this?

You’re not the sharpest knife in the drawer, R U?

she replied…

Version 4

None – the – less I broke the code

and saved the world –

once again – from

total

annihilation..

Stolen Poems

Surely

some credit

is due

 

I am aVailable for

cash Awards

At home

every day

beTween N000000000N

and ONE.

 

I have a PayPal account

I am ‘Believable’ at Starbucks

I participate in anti-gravity sex

I am the one behind the bush

waxing his handlebar moustache

please

don’t send me

to the Farm

what else do you want me to say?

I have so much yet to do.

Help

is needed.

 

Help each other

with a loving

heart

 

Art and poem by clinock.

Stolen Poems. 8″ x 36″. Mixed media relief in cradled panel.

 

 

 

 

 

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