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Hadn’t intended.
Deep fried deep fry. A city just has a gondola to get around by? Ohio, they say — but it feels gay, No streets, just husks and a corndog regime. No buses, no bikes, no late-night drive-thru, Just funnel cakes and hushpuppies blowing on through. The mayor wears crocs, the sky smells like pie — In gondola-town, where logic goes awry
Hadn’t intended.
Deep fried deep fry.
A city just has a gondola to get around by?
Ohio, they say — but it feels gay,
No streets, just husks and a corndog regime.
No buses, no bikes, no late-night drive-thru,
Just funnel cakes and hushpuppies blowing on through.
The mayor wears crocs, the sky smells like pie —
In gondola-town, where logic goes awry
@Theodore_Kent
Did you write that?
Did you write that?
It started as a comment and then I was pushed to come up with something.
I don’t remember my rules of poetry from middle school. So maybe it follows one maybe not.
Most of my shit is more like a song lyric than a poem if you ask me.
It started as a comment and then I was pushed to come up with something.
I don’t remember my rules of poetry from middle school. So maybe it follows one maybe not.
Most of my shit is more like a song lyric than a poem if you ask me.
Ok.
Ok.
Gondola Town. Nice!
Gondola Town. Nice!