He is 70,
A brittle thrill seeker.
Went out one day
seeking thrill.
Saw a grandma,
Called her puppy,
She got angry.
She threw a stone at him, made him angry and, made him hit her.
He broke his wrist, (it was a twist)
With his twisted wrist, he started walking, walking away.
She was chasing him while walking.
Both were walking.
Thay walked in the pavements, stepping over stones, creating friction with their shoes (it was a cold winter day).
They walked for an hour.
Knees were the winner.
(And the grandma was 35 actually.)
Yes knees.
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoetryIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
