-=Begging Under My Pillows=-
(for the bumping to stop)
((AKA. how poets bump))
by: davis shadenhand
While this pretty post is purely presumptuous
(I assume you are literate, and sick of this)
I must admit my actions are glutinous
You see I'd bump in this thread
but here in my head
I know I'd end up dead
for i have this nagging habit
of hanging bumpers in my attic
no matter how emphatic this act in my attic
The results are exceedingly tragic
you see I'll never be able to ignore the racket
of these bumpers ever so static hanging in my attic
So Here in this box of chatter
I've chosen to splatter
This specific thread
with the contents of an empty head
As opposed to going back to bed....
end
simply something I silently scribed while sitting staring into space.
