Group Poem #10 No Theme

Here’s the latest addition to our group poems:


group poem no theme

I don’t even know
where to start.

How about I blow you
all out
and then we can all
make out

Wait!  Where are you going?

No, not going to happen

We move forward
we do not look back
no need to make
sense of the past

I do not seek themes
I seek progress

I feel like a poet
A poet in distress
or maybe a rocker
Maybe a comic
Maybe I just jump
on stage
to launch some vomit

So what’s the point?

So consumed with self
who is the face
That blinks back
A ghost.  A dream

Don’t look

Don’t wait
Don’t hesitate
Don’t limit don’t fret

No themes, no rules

No mistakes just…

What do I do now
I don’t know, how about
I fuck all of the hot
women in this room

I’m a creep, I own a jeep
I like to take it to the creek

And give my lady a peck on one cheek
because she is me in another body

Jack and Jill went up a
hill to fetch a bowl of water
Jack fucked Jill and Jill
fucked Jack and they got
married later and fucked
all the time.

Life is what you make of it
or fake of it


Join us for next week’s LAWS!  It’s out 10th one, and the theme is No Theme!

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