An Ol’ Broad’s Ramblings
Git’cher Barf Bag Ready!
I’ve avoided reading this nonsense as long as possible, but it keeps popping up all over the place. So, for those others who are gluttons for punishment, here it is….The Boracle….at his finest!
One thin September soon
A floating continent disappears
In midnight sun
Vapors rise as
Fever settles on an acid sea
Neptune’s bones dissolve
Snow glides from the mountain
Ice fathers floods for a season
A hard rain comes quickly
Then dirt is parched
Kindling is placed in the forest
For the lightning’s celebration
Unknown creatures
Take their leave, unmourned
Horsemen ready their stirrups
Passion seeks heroes and friends
The bell of the city
On the hill is rung
The shepherd cries
The hour of choosing has arrived
Here are your tools
Holy crap! I wrote better poetry than that when I was 12 years old!
Nice pic of Stan from South Park tho….
Oh – uh, that was poetry! (?)
Hey, Algore – keep your day job. On second thought, quit that, too, and go to work for someone else for a while, so you can get back to being in touch with reality!
Pfft! I don’t reality has ever been in his vocabulary!