tears of a snotty seer

It is not superiority
you gnat. More like a fat creamy slab
of gratitude. And who the fuck ever said
a crumbly syllable about
making a contribution anywhere?

Not me, dweeb. When did you last ride
a rollercoaster just for the rush? Ever?
Bet you hate Bullwinkle and Green Acres,
you know because they were zany funny.
Thank you Jesus he is not my neighbor.

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About Timmy the Scribbler

Love to write all kinds of stuff I love writing so many different kinds of stuff it is a constant struggle to narrow the focus to a manageable handful and let the others go. But a few years ago I dipped my fingers into a poetry pie and of all my uncertainties, one thing that is no uncertainty is that it is one passion that must remain, so maybe that's the one. I do dearly delight in chopping up fictional works into stanzas and syllables.
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