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Poem 69: Sorry you didn’t. Loser.

(This week’s poetic form is nothing other than nonsense – sort of fugal nonsense!)

I can’t recall the way I wasn’t.
Remember things? I simply doesn’t.
Invent the past? I shouldn’t mustn’t.

O I could kick a ball all day.
O I could read a book in back seat moving car and not feel sick.
O I could eat ice cream. French vanilla with guava topping.

I can’t recall the way I wasn’t.
Remember things? I simply doesn’t.
Invent the past? I shouldn’t mustn’t.

O I had girlfriends coming out my ears.
O I had sunshine coming out my bum
O I had quantum mechanics for breakfast. Yeah. With milk.

I can’t recall the way I wasn’t.
Remember things? I simply doesn’t.
Invent the past? I shouldn’t mustn’t.

O I, did I tell you? once climbed a mountain.
O I, did I tell you? once drove a big articulated truck from Moscow to Paris.
O I, did I tell you? shook hands with nobody. Nobody at the same time. Altogether. Both hands. Beat that.

What mustn’t wasn’t.
What mustn’t doesn’t.
What doesn’t shouldn’t.

Sorry you didn’t. Loser.

To hear the poem read aloud click HERE.