she carried his nuts
in a basket
as a reminder
of the good old days
before he strayed.
there will always be war.
after all, war is what we do best;
as sad and shameful as that is, it is.
had my bountiful butt
parked on a park bench;
watching an older fellow
feeding pigeons.
what a marvelous day,
to be doing nothing but
watching pigeons being feed.
dust monkeys were here
searching for dust bunnies.
monkeys were thrilled,
absolutely thrilled to
discover several dust bunnies
under our bed, and left
here giggling; anticipating
a delicious meal of dust bunnies.
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