Tuesday, March 24, 2015

PROFANITY

T.S. in Song of Old McDottard.Pure.
He exchanged the E of emotion for want.
Poor as a peasant without traditions.
Unknown as an origin's overture.
Pressed out on Paper so Innocent Plain.
Made into Prolomegnon of Torpor.
Of Allusions to Michelangelo.
Casual and Urbane, Profane as it Wans.
This is the Couch Potato or Famine.
The Power to Alter and Detonate
Beginnings as Fruitful as Any Can.
Who puts Two Dots in a Name and what For?
Does anyone Care Reasons Anymore?
(Lost out on a Line by Profanity)

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