Friday, May 29, 2015

Water O.D.

 "Water O.D."




Did I die of a water o.d.?

Or was it liquid's ghost?

Don't know if it's the most I can post.

Bethanne was the town's toast.

To me, a parasitic host.

Let's roast in the steamy sun.

We alway fill up the gold tea cup with the world's ocean water.   

That will cost a ton.

All of life will be fun.

Like a great big pun.

Everything being said or done.

Including the shooting of a water gun. 

Done by the Sister's Nun.

Who is on the run.



Jon Billet's 

May Twenty Seven Two Thousand Fifteen. 

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