Parental Advisory

Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we propose to posit prose-like poetry
forming a form of continuous connectivity,
to communicate considerable contemplative reflectivity.

Simply put, we pose this where
prose-like poetry is what you’ll hear
when wondering where the time went
while reading such rhyme wonderments
as oft are wrought, and revealed thusly,
each whit of wit written Hieronymously.

4:20




I am against the Bible,
and would not read it at all
if it weren't reliable 
for sleeping, since I fall
fast and deep by reading 
verses, versus reading not.
It meets the sleep I'm needing, 
when I'm reading on the pot.

So, I am against the Bible. 
You should know that from the start.
I have mine now in hand, 
and pressed against my chest and heart.

 Once upon a recent time
I took to task to ask in rhyme
when should a good, and gifted man do
this to lift up spirits? Can you
see why I would ask that question,
although it makes an odd suggestion
relative to gifts, and giving
lifts to those for whom just living
means, as seen on the screen before you so,
nothing more than a good old  4: 2 ... Oh,
never mind. It’s just my kind of sharing.
Thank you for reading, if not simply staring.



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