Friday, March 5, 2021

A dumb little poem

 making scents of the Tetris-grammar-ton

Spit some shit (ew)

About a bout, a rout, a route, like roots

YH WH nevermind

God?  Yeah, whatever


I broke the code

There’s a code in my nose

Achoo, ahh chew

Crunching trains

Eat them up, yum

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