I aspire to be a juggernaut of whimsy…
Flimsy Whimsy
His whimsy
Wins shot threw
With wholes
As bowling over
An incalculable number of angles
Dancing on a pinhead
And broke in
The mine
Of the presser
Like a reed
That can’t be
Put down
Buy throwing the book at him
Flaying spines
And judging more
Bye cover
Than soles fleeing
And legends untolled
As what is
Amiss understanding
Frayed in a sense
Of what weave got
In order
Too win
A basket case
Going know where
