Bill of Rights on A4 (Free verse) by T. Jonathron Remp
In between the weaving weaves on the lamp in Rasheed's
Trailer, a breathing breathed a damp trail in the hole between
the bowling alleys on 4th Street.
The space elevator music was a bore in a beaker, I feel asleep on the
floor like a tweaker, Hawking snored out his speaker.
Keep an eye on my feet. Dribble dabble, I can pass the basket babble.
Two points, three points, alley oops holy moly. Basketball would be mo
doops with a goalie. Shaolin, I see ya frownin, imagine the score
4 to 4
Raid the fridge, mon. My Mongol empire lived on pigeons.
I will only be happy if I can link together two solid tori carved from
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December 19, 2017 3:40 PM PST