My dearest Jemima Journal, I am sure you will understand.It's time to review that top drawer,Pull socks-and-pants from a dark hinterland. Resembling a bloated melange,Absent form, lacking pairing and folding,A call for a cull I broadcast,Cruel riddance applied, not withholding. They must go! They must go! Go they must!These relatively old worn-out saggy things.Slung in… Continue reading Socks-and-Pants

I Wore A Leopard Print Shirt

I KNOW what they were thinking, seeing mewear a leopard-print shirt.That I was making some kind of statement,What next, lipstick - a short plaid skirt? Conservative society (with a lowercase "c"),You've got to stand down, let people be free.Otherwise... You validate thugs, to behave how they want.My advice: mainstream-insiders, just be... nonchalant. "Ah, but you're… Continue reading I Wore A Leopard Print Shirt

Pologies to Bob

*How many times must a writer revise and edit,Before satisfaction is grasped?How many times must the same thing be read,Before an end can be named?The answer is countless, infinite and forever,The answer is insanity comes first. *Ironically, this whole verse written in one single go.But maybe it shows? (Inspiration/explanation: The author is currently caught in… Continue reading Pologies to Bob