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Move On

Can a movement promise?
Does it depend upon the environment
or teams?
Well, no, if you don’t want to know what happened.

Subsequently they are not. 
They live in trees upside down.
Otherwise downside depending upon conditions.
Simultaneously we must fight or die!
It’s your choice if you’re not a sloth in the first place.
But someone had to speak out or lose the mind.
That’s how it is since the beginning of anykind
of sharp or soft object. So don’t sit.
That’s a metaphor, of course, but not to bank on.

Therefore I am in tears. Will somebody plug me in?
Or on the brink of meaning open my eyes and then close them.
That’s a short nap or squint in case you didn’t know.

There! I’ve said my piece…Next:
The navel at sea!…Next:
Welfare in warfare.
Not enough to give and not receive.

That is not my opinion. I am having a relapse and you’re in the way!

No!

Think again

My opinion is onions. On their own they’re a bitter fruit.
But on top of hamburgers, they’re opinionated.
Now look to the heavens and belch.

All roads lead to the toilers but wasn’t that a good one!
Yes, you heard me. Don’t pretend you didn’t.
Soon the world will be full of it and burst at the seems!

OK

Spread me out

I mean well

But

hear me

bellowing

Published in Poetry