Did you know that a microfiche is an antiquated method of aggregating information, often newspapers, and is in actuality not a very small fish pronounced by someone of Swedish descent? 10 -year old me was fairly devastated to learn this on a library tour. In fact, they had no fiche of any living varietal. Cretins.
Good day, my friends! The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the government is arbitrarily reworking medical frameworks to suit their political priorities, just another Monday morning in my quiet mountain town…
The mountains are a metaphor for something clever, please determine what that may be on your own, I didn’t bother.
Who else would be pumped to once again revel as babes? Either fucking up a crib mobile baby styles or alternatively dressing slutty and dancing in some club. Sometimes you just need let loose, you dig? Hopefully not too much though or at least you’re still be wearing the diaper from the previous definition.
All right, let’s crack on then. I should say, I hope everyone is doing as well as possible, staying safe and trying to remain thankful for all the wonderful things we still enjoy. I’m sorry if the poems seem to lack a flavour variety of late but a few specific items have been fore of thought and that’s kind of how this process seems to work. Try not thinking of a pink elephant after all. I remain extremely blessed to have readership and I thank you all for your continued attendance! Enjoy!
“Gambit’s Queen”, Feb. 23, 2021.
Shocks to an expectations line
Facilitates rapid decline
To general stability
Pain’s indelicate caress
One-sided, agonizing chess
Commanding a vast mob of pawns
While amid all the others cons
Opportunity for solace
Mandates plan pristinely flawless
Though the slightest deviation
Procures unequal damnation
The dried out husk remains behind
Worthless while so misaligned.
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Thank you again, and be merry, and if you’re MTF be Mary, you have our support.
Happy Trails and Waggy Tales,
A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.