[sometime ago
There I was
minding my drunken bidness
when I chanced upon a post, at most,
inflammatory madness
or't least an introduction
to some poetic aggrandizement,
but more than all above, a hook
that pulled me from my perch.
Worship, ah worship,
now metaphors run rampant,
to describe the holy ground
where marbled bounty's found
Note to self:
Move cooler before passing out
Quando, I don't know...
it had to be done
we've arsed about so long,
there's still my prayers b'fore bed
so away, away you sundry petitioners
seeking entrance to the consecrated
this ass is mine.
[fifteen past inebriated]
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