Inna Row

weekends are workdays

now Monday is huMped,

a travelin’


front of week bumped,

cloven hooved leapin’

assures TGI,

is eff

in the middle

–by eff I mean fry. . .

now first days,

are worst days,

and start with a hiss. . .

no sittin’

no sunnin’

all that, but no this

just Thursdays

are normal,

are SOP fresh,

hammertime happenin’

the rest are a mess…


prompt: loop

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