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BAM!
I don't know a thing about gourmet
cheating death or free-grazing chickens
or wings that may fit a stranger.
Calling it an angel, three bags full
having no time for ghosts in Renfro.
Kicking it up a notch, "Bam!"
Aberrations don't fit my head
or whittling a totem in crosshairs.
Housemen of an apocalypse
and whatnots among the living.
Emeril Lagasse don't write my book,
thus, "Bam!" was born.
cheating death or free-grazing chickens
or wings that may fit a stranger.
Calling it an angel, three bags full
having no time for ghosts in Renfro.
Kicking it up a notch, "Bam!"
Aberrations don't fit my head
or whittling a totem in crosshairs.
Housemen of an apocalypse
and whatnots among the living.
Emeril Lagasse don't write my book,
thus, "Bam!" was born.
Published 12th Apr 2023
| Edited 13th Apr 2023
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13th Apr 2023 9:52am
Cool poem! I had an ex who liked Emeril, your last lines made me laugh. You have quite the creative mind.
13th Apr 2023 2:03pm
