Noon boringly consistent
Universal truth
Y'know this haiku thing? I think its time to encourage a broader spectrum of poetic vicissitude.
So now I think I'll incorporate other types of poetry, with varying prosody - form, rhythm and meter to accomplish truly moving verbal art. If only so I can incorporate those imortal words...
"Hard hearted harbinger of haggis"
Can I squeeze in a trumpet player, double bass and snare
Into this languishing, life-limiting loge called
A workstation?
So when does free-form poetry become just
random sentences
strung together by idiots?
Where Is my evil minion flying monkey with my beer?
BEER...not dogs....uurgh! Stupid, stupid, stupid evil minion flying monkeys!
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