selfish thunder storms

FlyflewAway's picture

shes defeated my writers block


eating hot soup on a 100 degree days, where
when deciding to fool and or play
with the elements
I foolishly get ahead of myself
and climb into a cannon made from gold,
jewels and other materials defined as wealth
my target: a tree-less field
because i love to drown myself by the blaze
of a burning hot star
& where i regret
that bag of sodium filled chips
ive liberally devoured because im totally far from being a coward(of salt that is) making me toooooooooooooo dehydrated
and so now i have
a perfectly good reason
as to why i shouldnt even bother

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