The Wrong “k”
So it is they all can be in the wreck of the wrong thing timed only by
The render of all thing pure and hearty to the poke of the nuke and the ponk of the wrongk called
The jayway and the Wray-hay-hay
And that makes it all the same for the rentboy but not
For the ronder and the rendering of Time
I will be them as to know and that makes it all then and now
Bye for the ron but hi for the render and that is wrong and the why.
I will be them and that is who you do
I will be them as to know and that is you and the wreck called the right of passage
You used to know it but now you don’t so puke
In the manoeuvre not here but where they all call it wrong and not right.
Bye!
Copyright Bruce E Saunders 2016/7
Incredible writing. I see this poem of yours as experimental. 🙂
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