in my drafts. oooo weee, i am in some sort of outer-limits world today.-


A Blast of Gas

The courtly crew in solitude grew
as the man without a head
started smoking blow while
other's woes were not listened to nor fed

But the multitude did not get it;
they only bowed and pleaded to serve
the headless mass, full of intoxicating gas,
as he past a blast with so much vivacious verve

Never fear, for there are those near,
who hand out oxygen head-clearing masks.
Just put one on and then be gone
to other more important tasks.

 



 





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2009-08-13 at 21:47

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
Well, this is quite a read. Where in your vastly diverse mind did this come from? What is so hilarious to me is, I got an email today with a picture depicting an apparatus that was used by doctors years ago. I can't remember what ailment it was supposed to cure, but it was a billows and tube that was inserted up a person's behind. Tobacco smoke was then pumped in to help cure whatever it was it was supposed to cure, though there wasn't a lot of evidence it worked. It is where the saying "blow smoke up your ass" came from. This fit that picture.
A very entertaining poem. I love when you get like this!
2009-08-14