Y.E.P. (stolid as a stolen poem or a patch of song)

Apr 10, 2017 09:39

As Soon as I Heard the Bass, I Looked at the Stolen Skye and Said ... "Y.E.P."
Then the Cloud-My-Eye Slipped-Away-Witch Turned into a Dorito,
I Wasn't Even Hungry ... , "Y.E.P."
Then the Cloud Started Falling and I Took a Sly Sip From My Milkshake,
Silently Chuckled as a Line of Cars Raced Down the Scrizzle ... ,
Once Again I Said, "Y.E.P."
And Realized that Bass Guitars Are More Important then Beautifully Misshapen Clouds,
Misshipped, Missent -- the Cloud Got Mad ... ,
Mad as Hell and Taco Bell and Turned Thee Entire State into a Feeding Frenzy of Signs on a Plate,
A Billboard Skate that Said, "If he says 'yep' one more time, I'm gonna steal his milkshake."

Then With One More Quietly-Sly Look I Said, Softly to Myself in a Somber Druid Way,
"My Milkshake Brings All the Clouds to the Yard"
And Then I Realized Something Odd, Some Shard of Shred of Truth and Bard and Bray,
I Don't Even Eat Doritos Because They Are Triangles Again Today ... "Y.E.P."


with all apologies to sleepoptimistic
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