Picnic in the Rain

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    Picnic in the Rain

    . . Picnic in the Rain ........................ . ..... Day 1.................................. . Click and click the machine starts to go Now the big dounuts beginning to glow . Soon there is a warmth just above the tongue I feel my muscles tighten around each lung . The warmth gets hotter descending my chest Heat upon heat builds deep in my belly's nest . Cremation running down the outside of each leg Thankfully skipping tender sperm or the egg . Deeper I'm sinking into the firery well Maybe it's death, and I'm going to hell . Click and click then the machine just stops Tattered and worn out my head slowly drops . ....Day 2.................................. . Ring goes the phone heart stands still Just a marketer adding to thier till . Saving postage instead of working hard In the mail they send a simple post card . Be happy your part is fine and doing well Your part is fine, please ignore the swell . Sadistic bastards with a scheme to hatch Send another card which I add to the batch . Scheduled another test for me to pass Driving an eight foot snake up my ass . Please remember after midnight to fast Here 30 minutes before or you won't last . ....Day 3.................................. . Just to remind you and don't be alarmed We're only here to see you're not harmed . A perfect record is what makes us so bold We are most expert writing tales to be told . Take our suggestion and let the wheel spin We are most qualified at weighing your sin . Seeing us again so soon may cause pain Since all of our picnics are in the rain . Bills to pay I sit writing some checks My thoughts drift about where I go next . Will I sit high upon the golden throne No, a speciman bag labeled some old bone . ....Day 4.................................. . Way past time for my nap Always time for a nap . . . .Fair Use Encouraged .All Rights Reserved . 2 March 2010 .

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    03-03-2010

    This site compressed the draft, it is supposed to be couplets followed by a period,,, SORRY I tried it in parts and it still compressed it..........

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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