The Doomsday Blues

Jerry Wayne Lawrence

Cues Of Entropy & Anarchy.
Gently Ponder Being Fully Aware While Attempting 2 Study.
Buddy 2 Buddy.
Body, On A Helicopter, Surrendering It's Soul.
Still Trees, Moving Men.
10 Seconds Until The 2nd Assassination.
Potion Of Purple 2 Pour Pon Her Purely Pretty.
City Swindles & Big Ol' Country Jugs Worth Any Given Amount Of Hugs.
Bugs Out, Long Dried, Gouged Out Eyes.
Why's But No Where's. The Doomsday Blues.

  • Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
  • Visible: All lines
  • Finished: May 15th, 2023 11:30
  • Limit: 15 stanzas
  • Invited: Public (any user can participate)
  • Comment from author about the poem: I'm Just Running My Mind. Anybody, Willing 2 Join?
  • Category: Surrealist
  • Views: 3

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