Parental Advisory

HEAR YE. HEAR YE. HERE WE
PROPOSE TO POSIT PROSE POETRY
FORMING FORMS OF CONTINUOUS CONNECTIVITY
TO COMMUNICATE CONSIDERABLE
CONTEMPLATIVE REFLECTIVITY.


SIMPLY PUT, WE POSE THIS WHERE
PROSE POETRY IS WHAT YOU’LL HEAR
WHEN WONDERING WHERE THE TIME WENT
WHILE READING SUCH RHYME WONDERMENTS
AS OFT WE’VE WROUGHT, AND REVEALED THUSLY
EACH WHIT OF WIT WRITTEN HIERONYMOUSLY.

People Smell


Some say I smell ‘funny’, but funny this is not.
Cannabis costs money, and I just smell like pot.
To inure of an odor might require explaining why, 
but if you think to quell a stink, then with words please try 
to spell your smell, so others may tell that yours is satisfactory 
in its depiction of the predilection of someone’s own olfactory 
sense.  As you see, some poet trees are forests filled with Gumps,
where ‘Stupid is as stupid does.’, and 'Sentez l'air du temps.’
means that seeds, planted in deeds, eventually will ripen. 
So, here’s your chance. Take a stance. Collect your sinus stipend. 



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