Commemorating my return from the dead with a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad, and shitty poem.
Rickety bedspreads usurp Panama’s cagey claptrap,
fountains flipping pancakes and gusts—
over and under, precipitation of the blusts.
Blanket residue lingers on eyedew liddrops,
classass wonderment at the descriptor’s tainted affair—
a parched perthink of blatant curmudgeonly.
Padded barcell, perchance future foretell, listless godspell,
Little, miniature examples of accented blights—
Manouverment beside tire-flattened bodice of venison.
-By Jacob Gehman