:::Bongo Drum Beats:::
Hey there all you hep cats and hep kittens. Come on down to the East Randomtown Java Bean, where the poets always stink and the cups are never clean.
Next on the mic is the one and only Search Engine Optimized Poet…the only rhyme-smith whose beats bring in the Googler’s feets, ya dig?
Chicken! Whoa, chicken!
Why oh why did you cross the road?
Was it to get to the other side?
Or was it to carry a load…
…of eggs. Your tiny chicken kids.
Soft drink cups come with plastic lids.
Bids. Its what eBay takes.
Whether you want to bid on old custom cars or a pile of used rakes.
Fakes? Most celebrities are.
I think I’ll head out to the nearest sports bar.
I’m going to order a burrito, a mojito and avoid getting bitten by a mosquito, duh!
Because after all, the zika virus is in Florida.
Home of Disneyworld.
This blog is my outlet to let my poetry go unfurled.
Can it ever be re-furled?
I prefer my cheese to be curled.
Cheese! It is my very favorite snack.
I carry a fifty pound sack of it on my back.
For cheddar in my diet is a staple that I lack.
Crack? Its in your butt or the sidewalk.
What is the chicken doing now?
I don’t know.
That feathery schmuck won’t talk.