Well,lovely weather,ain't it? Everyone likes d weather but not weather men. Ironic,no? The thing bout the weather is it's predictable in it's unpredictability,a juxtaposition of sorts. Now,"hi" n "hey" is tiresome so y not start wif d weather? saves time. Since my unsuccessful attempt at d 5 words or less per line style,i shall re-attempt in a mission 2 try n salvage watever little cred i had 2 begin wif. Dis is a random monologue of.....hmm.....it's up 4 interpretation
a shrug of shoulders
a hug of sorts
propelling him wif fuel
to a life on baker's street
oh,my,wat a crash
as he lets go
of pulling strings
n layered brick walls
she may not care
of wat dey have 2 bear
as a bad expression changes
into a form of religion
for fuckin NY hipsters
3AM martinis
turbulance turns to delirium
drowning her questions
we,me,they,us
to label is to invalidate
why,yes,our philosopher
long gone before we could
mash the suburbs wif citybugs
weed smoking him
sharing weather
wif matronly her
Let's share the weather,shall we?
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