A Sapling pandiculates,
As the sun's light dictates,
on leaves' deathbed.
Akin my resurrection,
where worded imperfection,
is lost when said.
~KSR
About the Creator
KSR
A wisecracking wordsmith, and an intelligent imbecile trying to paint the darkness of the world with the abyss of my words to make color out of the colorless.
Read me to know yourself,
Read me to know me,
and eventually loose both of us.
Where's the Glory?
In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin5 days ago in Humor
Comments (1)
Oooo, pandiculation, that's a new word for me. Loved your poem!