Give me the garage
filled with gargantuan goodies,
godless gorillas, and stringless
guitars. Good. All this garbage
is gone. Now, I’m just gonna
go to ghostie grassland
Uh yuh, it odd
your bod filled with smog
and hair made of fog
uh yuh, you need a job
and maybe a lobotomy
damn- the dogs are drummin’
and dancin’ and dreamin’ of
dandelions down on the downward
doggy pose. Stop on a dime
we are done with this
dumb ass dynasty of dysentery
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This is day 26’s poem for NaPoWriMo. The prompt was to write poem using alliteration, consonance, or assonance or a combination of each.
I haven’t written day 27 yet, but I hope to. Another day of blah. They are more frequent lately. But I try to keep moving forward.
Check out the prompt and more poems here.
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