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.

Into The Pew


I'd love to lift you up, 
as I am strong enough in body 
to be of such assistance 
when you're finished on the potty. 

So tell me when you're through, 
and I will do as I have promised. 
Now, rise. Don't be surprised. 
You have just been Dylan Thomased!

Romper, stomper, bomper, boo, 
Tell me, tell me, tell me, do 
you think this stinks like poo poo?


So I'm just sitting there minding my own business 
when the guy in the next stall starts telling me his 
life story like he's in the confessional, and I'm his 
parish priest, so I said excuse me, I think you have 
me confused with somebody else, and he says no, 
he just needed to talk to somebody but didn't have 
anyone who'd listen or take him more seriously than 
a good healthy shit. So there we were, just sitting 
and talking, and I wish I could tell you what we said, 
but of course that shit is just between me and him. 



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