Here is your sign and nothing more.
It’s the middle fingers galore.
Up in the air – I do not care
Will not answer your silent prayer.
I’ve done my job and so should you!
Why do you page me – thought you knew!
Don’t bother, really — me or mine
Don’t worry, either — all is fine
Trouble not who started the fires
Of South Cal or your suppliers
Or your leaning shoulders so hard
Or tools of the dark lighters charred.
Whatever you do – just do it
Continue to fight back – don’t quit
Keep on gifting – orgonite team
Please wake up! It’s only a dream!
I’ll let you know in time be well
Those that know will never do tell
Then again you are free to love
And wear me like your boxing glove
A poem (of four stanza with eight syllables in aabb pattern) and in response to a forum post to ‘us’ dorks.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Oh, John Jr! That’s longer than I would ever imagine, especially for your conditions! So I shouldn’t rant like this…