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Click hereOh God!,
how I wish I were sipping a softly-furred coconut in friendly Thailand!,
why did I drive through that fire and brimstone blizzard?,
blast these petty demagogues bombasting from the capitalisterine stage,
why do you let these twinky-minded, cell-phone gibbering fools drive?,
Thanks for my daily BREAD, beer, lox, and for those grunge-chord quantums that cheered me up the other day.
And are you like a Mammothodehian sky-scraper,
or a Yoda-ish Mormon/Taoist chilling in the core of some distant brown-dwarf star?
Oh God,
If you should greet me beyond death's frantic door,
I'll eat my head right off the floor,
and gladly be $$DAMNED$$ forevermore.
I like the new language you've invented. I understood it! Scary. Some good imagery here.
Tess
Across the table of comments
I see your thousand mile stare
Not at me but at the island no man is
And how you freestyle frolic there
Having had the haves I had
Looking now to throw them all away
I wish I could beach back coconut roll
Catch a breathe of your clock kilter knitting
To live life back another day
and I conclude that you must be nuts as well. Seriously, though, this is a hyperkinetic poem which was probably written by someone with too much caffeine.
Thanks for the read, mentioned in today's new poem reviews