Submitted by joshua mertz on November 30, 2012
(this was written on my iphone a couple of summers ago)
Cats got their nip
Dogs got their wood
Humans got their kind
And they try to do good
But squids...
Squids got nothin'
Fish got their chips
Roses got hips
Even good ol'
Mick Jagger's got lips
But squids...
Squids got nothin'
A big ugly bag of watery pulp
And hideous tentacles that make you gulp
Unblinking eyes to flip your lid
That's why nobody likes a squid
Mouses got pads
And thumbs got their tacks
Folks in Great Britain
Got their Union Jacks
But squids...
Squids got nothin'
Lawns got mowers
Leaves got blowers
And every grain of wheat's
Got sowers
But squids...
Squids got nothin'
Yeah, those ugly gelatinous bags
Called squids
Got nothin'
Submitted by joshua mertz on November 30, 2012
I pitched a tent at the top of the mountain
The light eldritch
The altitude invigorating
Then it snowed and rained
Eroding the surface beauty
Until the cycle was revealed
And my own cyclic nature
Beautifully imperfect
A speck, a photon
A time for it all
The mountain becomes the valley
The valley the mountain
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