Poetry's pathetica's, parentheses, apostrophes...enormatie's of grammer, so small...like nails, under tires, laid there by the 'dot police', to stop you, if you fail to yield...your clause, or colonate your pause, or period...your piece, like a penis hanging out; where a zipper wasn't shut. It JUST, isn't DONE in polite society. Fuck!
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: man urinating, google art
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