EvF,
I like your poem, it goes with your ideas of a mechanistic reality.
Here is my contribution:
I woke up one morning and next to my bed
a very strange thing my own severed head
I picked it up and what could be found
my left and right arm lying there on the ground
and what I saw, it made me sick
for in my right hand was my erect dick
I looked further on and there were my legs
held to the ground by two wooden pegs
I said I was sick but what made me more so
was that against the wall I saw my torso
all on the ground was gore and glop
because out of my body my organs had flopped
I suddenly woke and the truth that I found
I had fallen in a pool and there I had drowned.
Rhizo
I like your poem, it goes with your ideas of a mechanistic reality.
Here is my contribution:
I woke up one morning and next to my bed
a very strange thing my own severed head
I picked it up and what could be found
my left and right arm lying there on the ground
and what I saw, it made me sick
for in my right hand was my erect dick
I looked further on and there were my legs
held to the ground by two wooden pegs
I said I was sick but what made me more so
was that against the wall I saw my torso
all on the ground was gore and glop
because out of my body my organs had flopped
I suddenly woke and the truth that I found
I had fallen in a pool and there I had drowned.
Rhizo
