Spinning uncontrollably,
Bouncing off Saturn’s rings,
Was that an angel passing,
Had to be, it had white wings…
Just so much flotsam,
Spinning by, creating whirlpools,
Black holes swallowing planets,
I think I am going to puke up my family jewels…
Let me off this amusement ride,
This spinning planet I cannot abide,
I’m past the condition of caring,
I paid my two bits, now I got the runny sh**s…
Unfurl the sail, drop anchor to deliver the mail,
This planet does move through space like a snail,
Still spinning at a dizzying rate, I’m about to hurl without fail…
© ed ~ 11/11/08
what a great poem. very good.
fun and flotsam (neat word)
Thank you, ~Donna.
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:) Ch'erie
PS Please don't hurl, it will fall off and come down under YURRRK
Pee Wee the Wise
Edvard the Elder
Edwin
and doesn't know what the hell it's doing or where it's
going--and we're stuck with it. Let's go crabbing. -gene.
~W~
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.