Yeah, mem'ry and temp'ry suck balls. I know I wouldn't have written thus if there was no need to rhyme. Thanks for the feedback. :)

I will try this again, in sestina. I think it need more flesh, less sinewy twist. Thank you for the honesty of thine eyen.

as much as I'd like to blame them on brain injury, they were more of an attempt to repeat the glory of the first. The 2nd and 3rd "less than a sentence" were extremely difficult to settle on, whereas the 1st was a moment of purity. I felt like an 80's one hit wonder band trying to recapture the glory with the other two. my apologies. Also, I apologize for lying about having an accident. It was a bullshit excuse for bad typing skills.

Hello again Mr. Christof. The name of the poem was, of course, inspired by the aforementioned early 90s pop duo, although I don't the connection goes any further than that. The first section was originally an entirely different poem, and I bolted the two together, like the Beatles did with 'Baby You're a Rich Man'. You keep all your money in a big brown inside a zoo, what a thing to do.

It's not really meant to achieve anything. It just amused. If you've never read the novel 'Lucky Jim', or hrard the record 'Donald Where's Your Troosers?' by Andy Stewart, you'd probably just assume I was talking nonsense. Which I probably was anyway.

"Usually I have a problem with diaphanous, overused poetry word" I'm not sure how true this is, but it is indescribably sad anyway.

I have a diabetic sole :~(

The infection is really only partly metaphoric. Because its a virus of the mind. its what happens when you get attacked by a suckubus otherwise know as x-girlfriend.

Apparently, I am late to the orgy as well. But I have brought oysters and pomegranates.

say it aloud; 'tis a pun