The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Talking Donkeys get headed to heaven too

I liked their smell when they were clean
They never liked the big machine
Their eyes were pony like and tame

Their names were happy and not lame

But the sex craze and the doll store above
They never made much for the toy store to love

The republicans rarely voted for the dems
And the world continued to mend.

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