Wet Nappiness

Old pipes

Portable stereotypes

Old technology

Keeps dripping tautology

Snap , snap photography

I'm here on the side of the road

My camera ready to re-load

Another add-venture

I blew up the subtractor

With a togetherness culture

Next mission destroy the dividers

How many times have they divided us?

Into lonely riders

Rules saying that they don't allow this

I allow it, please do come in

I allow it to breath in

A surround sound spirit

Blessing the ears that can hear it

The ears that don't fear the strangeness

The slaginess

The words recreated in happiness

Tears of joy, wet napiness

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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