Pun Wars

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    Pun Wars

    Pun Wars

    I’ll scratch my high-brow
    When lice attacks my bushy mane
    I’m in a pensive ringed hay state
    Grazing upon the fields of thought like a hungry cow

    Things seem profound like the ocean depths
    In the deep-end of the swimming pool
    My feet get a cramp, oops
    Could I just be another mariner’s corpse splashing with death

    I not a lucky number seven
    So fate is not my primordial weapon
    A black cat casts foul perspectives
    To have my big play, literally breaking a fender

    I have rid myself of the mosquito’s buzzing
    The gorgy blood sucker, which gave me summer goose bumps, what a bugger

    By: Phantom Gargoyle

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    jademelissa74 commented on Pun Wars

    06-07-2009

    :)) Another great piece Phantom! I wanted to keep on reading. Your work is very impressive and vivid!

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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