Eight lines in which to eat my way into the stomach of the one; the one who will
judge the togetherness of my random thoughts. Random thoughts all bunched up
into word chains. Word chains that, if approved off, will be more than ready. Word
chains washed, tumbled, starched and ironed. Word chains at the ready. Word chains
held together by napkin rings. Word chains propped up and ready. Word chains that
are ready already. Ready to catch up the falling crumbs. Ready to wrap up the fallout.
Ready to take a dab at the mouth of one who is ready. A one who is ready to be satisfied.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019
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Written for entry to the 8 liner 🌻🌻 SIWOPC : 8 Lines Poetry contest 🌻🌻 — SUCCESS INSPIRERS’ WORLD.