The Fake And Fraudulent Poster
A Poem by 2 Charlie
Whose post is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite angry though.
He was cross like a dark potato.
I watch him pace. I cry hello.
He gives his potato a shake,
And screams I've made a bad mistake.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The potato is soft, spoiled and deeply rotten,
But he has promises to keep,
Tormented with nightmares he never sleeps.
Revenge is a promise a man should keep.
He rises from his cursed bed,
With thoughts of violence in his head,
A flash of rage and he sees red.
Without a pause I turned and took cover.
His potato, he mashes in anger,
the frothing, splatter, venom of self Flagellation.
Fail,
Deep mournful cries of Remorse
and all I can hear are these words:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qiMaOmDtaYII breath slowly, squeeze, ...
"You can do it fast...you can do it cheap...you can do it right.....But you only get to pick two."