Identify the poetry of every moment.
You Name It!
“Ok, what I need to know is,”
his hands shake,
“are you going to help,”
he’s flailing his arms now,
“with this scene, or not?”
The reply is a slap.
(it’s gonna be a staff)
Go outside with a big stick; use it as a gate or a poorly insulated cubical.
Two rednecks will pull up. One will explain what the hell he is doing here.
The same one will suddenly yell “Hey! Honey! I Love You!” before concluding “ain’t Karma a bitch.”
You won’t know what the question is until you write this.
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ta ta / ta ta / ta ta, tata:tata
if you ever loved me
and believe in magic
this is the time to cast a spell