They (whoever they are) say that if a monkey or monkeys had access to a typewriter(s) (or word processor) they would eventually produce the equivalent of the Works of Shakespeare. The following blog includes subversive and back of the envelope poetry, occasional essays, and sometimes even short fiction.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Poetry: "Fungus Amongus"
Poetry: "Fungus Amongus"
Fungus Amongus
Mold on our bread
Eat too much and you could be dead
Or wake up sometime later with all kinds of dread
And the ambulance-driver would pick you up from your bed...
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