Wild Geese A Chasin
What’s the news, silly goose?
Where’s the chase, silly geese?
Why the malarkey, baby turkey?
When’s the honk, honkytonk?
How’s the hole, very loose?
Who’s ma puss? Both of youse.
#poem #sillygoose
Dreams These Days
These days, I find myself vividly returning to dreams of an amalgamated institution - pri school, church, grad school, pride club, prison, office life, army. There, I find myself surrounded with friends young and old old and new. Occasionally a pet or hitherto unbeknownst family member makes a morbid appearance. They give me insights into myself spur me on to greater things and chide me for my failings in the real world A paper plane 100-day challenge; An infinite combo with scarabs; Looping bouts of insomnia and sleepfulness; Not attending cell group And cats in mech suits galore. Then I awaken; and the game continues I decide if I want to check, raise or fold. #poem #luciddreams
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