Box Clips 4 Rugged Guns.
1's & No Sunshine's.
Mines Explode As Humble Buildings Crumble.
Tumble Of Clothes N A Space Age Dryer.
Here We R Amidst So Many Monstrous Theories.
Categories & Classes.
Pasts, Social Media Tends 2 Frequently Promote.
Remote Locations.
Glasses N The Trash.
Stash A Cupcake Or 2 4 Later.
Creator, 'O Creator.
Creature From Planet:X Having A Good Time Up Under My Bed.
Newlywed Ghetto.
Concerto: Eclipse, Equinox.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: April 11th, 2023 14:30
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Have Fun, My Eager Peerz.
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 4
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