If sorry always
Is acceptable, police...
There are rats in our ceiling
Yes I hear them play at night...
Poetry should rhyme
Maybe not all the time...
THE SKEETER
Tiny are they, from your delicious blood it is...
THE SEASON OF THE FLY
Have you ever gazed into their complex eye, do...
I love that
We now live...
Thou shalt not
Eat thine dinner...
If one
Were to...
I love
That we...
Look
I know...
Peddling my pedestal of potty poetry
I feel flamboyant, and carefree...
[ Naughtymouse ]
A naughtymouse forever broken lived in a jade...