Mr. Pancake
You are a walking pancake in my way!
A brainless angry flapjack in my otherwise
glorious day.
My eyes roll up,
as you talk your stupid pancake talk.
Stop!
…Talking!
Mr.Pancake…Just stop!
I know you think you have something
important to say.
But I don’t live inside your thin
bulbous blueberry head.
Sooooo…
Go…
Away…
and I will put my fork down.
by Philip Wardlow
undone in spectacle
she writes
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undone in spectacle
she writes
A Wheel of Time Community
Mind • Body • Life
Dating, Poetry, and More
Ignorance is bliss / truth is necessary / rust in the soul
Where writers gather
Realise your innate perfection
poetry, fiction, and musings
Poetry
Erotic Fantasies
Let Your Eyes Do The Talking...
A Place to share My Love for Painting, Design, and Pottery
Hiking with snark in the beautiful Pacific Northwest 2011 - 2013
Reviews, raves, and rants. It's all about the books we read
weird alien 👽
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 