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i remember December. whats in the fire - is that an ember? what about November.

do I seem unwell,
due to the foul smell?
ah, can you not tell,
my guts are in hell.

when one is crass
one can then gasp,
"it is a gas!"
that i did pass

I can never hold back,
digestion outta whack-
the vapor rends my crack,
and turns me bloomers black.

oh, whatever shall I do?
I don't wanna smell like moo.
I'm forever in the loo-
the bad humors I will rue.

Louis Cyphre, I'm not sly but I'm right mighty clever. In case you don't remember I'm a little mentally untethered, but whatever, i remain addicted to my leisure, seeking pleasure beyond any measure, never-ending from December through November

Will bid ye g'nite, by this candlelight,
With the dawn breakin' through, I'll bid ye adieu ...

And make it ready
And tamed
That each boughs bows
And stills all fear
In every heart
My dear

The longest battle
Is to start right here.

So, let battle commence, gather rhyme, gather reason,
Let words weave their web, every day, every season.
As we let our thoughts gather speed, gather might,
No time like the present, this warm Summer's night.

this thread makes me struggle
'cause i'm not a poet
nor'm i quite a muggle
i'm more like a prose-it
other things i do well
but here you can't see it.
yes, the rest here excel
and oh, don't i know it
before i'm out of time
please, i humbly request
somebody teach me rhyme
please let me match the rest

Dear AB you jest, as ye surely must know it!
You're mazingly good, a wonderful poet!
I never was taught, it just flows like a stream,
Now your words have meaning, your words are a dream!

why thank you, Juliette,
for your ever-good cheer
pity we never met
i'm so glad you are here!

Likewise my dumpling,
King of this turf,
Why, if we'd ever met,
We'd be riding the surf!

i don't know to match that
i hope you understand
though riding surf's all that
so is walking the sand

Big kid is stomping
Wee kid is crying
Mid kid is pooping
'Least nobody's dying

Dishes are clanging
Lawn mower droning
Kitchen chair scraping
My brain is zoning

out 'cause it's too much
down 'cause it's too loud
can't take the chaos
can't find the way out

Need to run laundry
Need to teach school
Need to hold baby
Need to wipe drool

Maybe I'm NT
Maybe I'm not
Seems like I'm coping?
But I forgot

how to be happy
how to run free
buried in children
searching for me

Got my religion
It's helped me before
Maybe I should pray
a little bit more

Lean into answers
eternal, outside,
a bigger perspective
so that I don't hide

buried beneath my own brain's misery
There's really just One who knows who's the real me

^^^

i aim quick and leave you lain hit with shots out my shape shifting spaceship