There’s an armchair.
Climb in.
Get naked.
Reach down.
Of Little buttons,
pick one.
Hope.
It takes you to Mars.
:newline:
Enjoy, i say.
Be enjoyed,
by God, for Christ’s sake, Holy Shit,
the Trinity,
after all
it stands to reason:
the Devil may Care.
[‘is my body not a temple;
is this not a party?’]
:newline:
Of text for blades;
words for bullets,
pens, four swords,
a gun, and a rose,
I say: “Have fun with abbreviation;
alter punctuation, therefore capitalization”
Do something else.
Don’t
claim you’ve ‘done something’.
You haven’t