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What Brought Me To Our DU

 
 
What to write what to write  
while the muse is out of site  
I'm just so tired of poetry  
and pieces of the like  
 
I only want to free my mind  
cut out a piece for me from time  
shape some words without rhythm  
and written absent all this rhyme  
 
What's that you said. the voice in head  
"just open up, spill your guts,  
do you really care if they think you're nuts"  
 
Alright then, so, here it goes  
it ain't poetic just silly prose
but, just to keep it from the haze
the rest is posted on my page  
 
100 words, 77 unique  
 
What Brought Me To Our DU  
 
It all began when I escaped captivity by jumping underboard from a Chad based pirate ship after being kidnapped and forced into the roll of playmate for the cook's pet Writhing Skink.  
 
Knowing it was to be a long hot crawl to the nearest coniferous forest, I planned ahead, taking with me, several rations of Perrier sparkling grog.  
 
After having managed to elude their efforts of recapture by hiding under bamboo walkways in the native rice paddy fields, the coxswain and crew abandon the search and rowed off in the direction of Trampfuck Egypt, to find a replacement, or so I heard them singing, while accompanied by ship's orchestra and Albert the Albatross, (word about ship had it, Polly had flown the coop during an earlier excursion with a group of vegans), though during my time aboard I'd often heard the phrase "tastes like chicken."  
 
Within the hour following their departure, and having finished the last bottle of grog, I deduced that if I placed messages in the empties, using the paper I had fashioned from the surrounding vegetation, and tossed them into the water, possibly someone would find one and assemble a rescue party to assist in completing my escape and subsequent return to boredom.  
 
Unfortunately, the current within the paddies was not of significance to carry my distressed writing beyond the rice sprouts, (much like my words here making any sense).  
 
*to be continued  
 
"Bullshit" I hear you thinking...  "where would I have gotten the ink to write with"?.......well, that's another story in itself.
Written by Amorous_tryst
Published | Edited 28th Apr 2019
Author's Note
For my friend, Daniel
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