Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

PU

28 May 2014

 

 

eyes welling up with tears,

closed windows can’t exclude

unmistakably clear

scent of Pepe Le Pew.

 

I’m choking, can’t breathe,

and it only gets stronger,

sprayed Glade and Febreze but I

can’t take it much longer.

 

I may have to relocate

find a room for the night,

I do not exaggerate,

at least not quie.

 

 

 

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28 May, 2014 - Posted by | Poetry |

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