Came home exhausted and collapsed into sleep. I woke later and typed out this poem during a groggy Reddit broadcast. I will have to get up incredibly early tomorrow. Wish me luck.
Can I Get Y'all Anything Else?
Chicken Little dodges mana -
she has long since abandoned alarm.
Curtail held high she wreaks
a 23 car pileup on the turnpike.
Pigs fold to their knees,
ambrosia syrup, brick red
under the azule sun, darkened
by a poxed tumor shaped
fox. Once Little breached
the city God had already
toed a million tongues
into the lake. Stampeding
past Millennium park,
bulbous with chigrin,
she was too horse
to scream.
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