Considering men of consequence
on occasion
also sat around scratching metaphorical balls,
I'm instilled with confidence that
I, too
may soon be up to something great.
Unfortunately my current gumption is something like
overstretched taffy.
I'll sit here with goggle eyes fixed to a on
fly the
wall...
bored out of my stagnating gourd,
droopy lizard eyes hanging
from
my
skull.
I seem to have hired an overcooked carrot to impersonate my body.
When myself is ready to leave February
I hope it to have the vigor to take on my
spring cleaning.
Pits of sewage have long needed to be raked from
my conceptual gutters.
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