A jumbled word array rips
through my brain. A thing or two
to say. Seems a rehash of yesterday.
You and I have heard it all before.
Shut the closet door and come
back tomorrow, I tell myself.
I’m a pack rat with all this
pilfered baggage to sell.
Show and tell of years gone
by. Hide and seek to reveal.
Present the banana, throw
away the peel.
More assaulted metaphors,
axioms and rhyme schemes
to reveal. Lightning strikes
twice in my rapid fire domain.
Seems life on Earth passes that
way each day. Time’s awastin’
for you and me, you see. Peter
Piper picked his last pepper.
The cop patrolling my thoughts
says, move along, there’s not
a damn thing to see here. Yet
I begged to differ.
Bring my bail to the Jackson
County jail. I’m being charged
with the atrocious manslaughter
of words against mankind.
Can’t come up with the cash,
slip a jackhammer into a pie.
I prefer apple, but cherry or
blueberry will do.
Man, have you gone completely
crazy? Bloody nonsense, you say.
I claim, just another day of man-
kind incarceration in this place.
Who in hell’s to say, anyway?
Word!
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Chris Hanch 4-9-2023
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