Tell me a whopper,
do as you’re told.
Poets ain’t people,
we are insane.
Hands in a steeple
nothing is plain.
Think of a mother
caring and soft.
Kind to each other.
Swing in the loft.
Rabid in temper
dropp of the hat.
Fidelis semper
skins the gray cat.
Do not ask Noah
who built the arc.
Spermatozoa
swim through the dark.
What is the measure
of a good man?
immortal treasure,
not Peter Pan.
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