Saturday, April 25, 2015

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Six, Poem Eighteen


Tretina
using an online 3 word generator

Nothing you do can push back the morning.
Time to take your ticket to the dodgem,
no shirt dark enough to hide you from rumor.

Funny how rumor rhymes with rumor.
Both can feter upon your back.
Track them on you like a game of dodgem

No matter what, you can't out dodge'em
remember how humor also rhymes with rumor,
how you want to drain yourself of both each morning.

Morning time, the dodgem game is fixed, according to rumor.





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