Magical Thinking

When you take your whimsy

By the flimsy

And tell it where to go

Magical concoctions

And excited eruptions

Are sure to overflow. 

Poem

Sure, I took the bulk of the blows,

But that just eased the next one’s woes

And validated the last one’s wrath.

God knows he didn’t clean up the aftermath.

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