Skip to main content Help Control Panel
Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.
|
More in De-Seussifying your Poetry De-Seussifying your Poetry
Single Sperm Swimming Down the Page I lumber- jack the poet-tree to build the universe's balcony but obviously my alchemy is lacking magic words. Instead I take the galaxy expose a culture's phallacy by showing God's anatomy to little boys and girls..
|