“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sunday, November 24, 2019
Slang-ing rocks
It's like
they were trying to keep up with the Jones'
Who are They?
Like the Kardashians?
Okay, no. It's more like
a bad case of the Me Too's!
The MeToo movement? Who
did what to you?!
No, no. It was all
about the iWant-
Want what?
A Tesla, an Apple watch, a DNA Test,
a viral video-
You do not.
No, of course not.
I live for the struggle.
Your expressions
literally, make no sense to me-
Nonsense! I just hit the side of a barn
like two birds fleeing the hurled stone!
The Jones' barn?
Spot on.
Image from Missouri History Museum, photographer unknown, dated circa 1901 in Public Domain.
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