As It Were Poem by James Onuska

As It Were



There's no padlock on the door, a tiger can enter.
Didn't know enough not to barge in.
I'm taking charge, handle the money when I'm gone.
I had a brief show of hands of support, may it be uprooted.
They will not transport, I'm going short.
There's a tractor beam after things, settle down.
We should see another item appear out of nowhere.
Who mostly churns, I think that will burn.
Get it to turn for old time's sake, pass it along.
Going out strong, I'm keeping you away from it.
I will not take your mitt, it's rather sensible.
The inner thigh is blocking, out a palm.
How wide is true.
How divided you must be, washes the sea.
I'm not staying for nothing, put me on a tangent.
You have them sent, don't shake that thing.
What shall you bring, get puffed up.
Who is king.
Ring me when you can, disband.
Be an item for a day, get carted off.
Keep the lights on, point to the ailments it causes.
It's too spacey for me rightly so.
Got me at the end of a band. How did it react. You have a pact. It's not tactful.
Don't drag it out, what goes up in smoke one day. I say it was off putting. I'm not afraid to jump. Bring up clumps of dirt. Keep the fire lit from within. Trim a bow. Don't reroute, we need more of it and pronto. I like how the crowd reacts. What a crime buster you are. I see stars in my future. We never travel that far. My item is in a car. Keep searching. You are bound to stay put. What enriches, that was a cinch. Keep it meeting. Show a past result that translates into more dollars for you. You forget to put your collar on. Turn this way, never stay shut. Can't ask you. You can ask me anything within reason. Just how many seasons does it take.
Now we brake for something useful. Are you usually high strung. Did you create a magnet. It's never the germ's fault. It won't sound bad enough. You know we'll die for it. It comes in sets, it's easier to match up. Bring in your suitcase. I'm creating a joint. What's the point. You have a clear advantage in these matters. I was trying to get it to join. No further will it break down. I'm without treasures. Seek your own pleasures. I have a rash starting. Rash decisions. As it were there's no cure. On the end of a rope don't elope. You get top billing, hit the ceiling. Who knows what you are selling. He hit the ceiling, he made a killing look like child's play. How far did you travel. You didn't even put your paddle in the water. Jerk.

Saturday, August 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: abstract
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