Monday, November 22, 2010

Monday, November 22, 2010

It was dangerous
I risked being punched
But I avoided assassination
And completed the task before lunch.

I almost had a meltdown
My vision went black,
But like a presbyopic prophet
I look to the far future by not looking back.

If I continue to avoid injury
I’ll take my act on tour
I’ll give the TSA a new name
Because we need more words not fewer.

You see, it’s not all that scary
I’ve just invented
An entirely new dictionary.

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