The Last ExhibitTHE LAST EXIHBIT The museum stood gracefully An obliesk on Main St. Until the day the fire came Ripping through the streetThe Last Exhibit
Flames ate at It's beauty Devoured the antiques Keepsakes gone forever
To be washed out of the streets
It stripped away the paint And all of the memories Leaving not but a skeleton For people to come and see
Tanning and TurkeysEver been in a jacuzzi When it was way too hot? Sat in the sun Even though you knew notTanning and Turkeys
to That burning sensation You'll always get When you haven't quite realized
You're cooking your flesh
We all go to tan Just lounging in the sun Until we achieve that crisp golden brown
That says we are done
Like birds of a feather
We flock to the beach Ironicaly we come back Resembling the birds we eat
Think of salons as big ovens I guarntee you'll never go back I mean, really Why do we want to look like that? &nb
An English ExcuseDo I really need to write a poem? One of 'free verse' about the park I already have the ramblings They are mainly over barkAn English Excuse
Do I truly need the verses? My words already flow like a stream Well, except for the fact that they aren't 'free' In that sense, I'm walking on a beam
If I step too far to the left or right There is going to be a mess Be it of.... Or syllables Either way, before I digress
I just wanted to say That I would write out something But it might ruin my day Or at least create something boring
See I had this
-Imp
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