True Chaos

This does not have meter. It does not have intended rhyme. It is chaos.

Show me the money laundering clothes,
Steam-pressing button-nosey neighbors,

Finding never-landing on waterfalls,

Going the mile a minute rice paddy.

 

I know the way of the warrior stance,

Feelings of insecurity savings account,

Toss a coin-pursed lips-kissing disease,

In a wayward childcare bear flag pole.

 

Wine tasting metal on metal grinder,

Stop the rider wagon hitched next month,

Life is goodriddance to rubbish-truck axels,

An end to the unrestful dead stopping on time.

 

Show me the steam-finding, going the mile. I know the feelings of toss in a way. Wine stop the rider, life is an end.

Author's Note

Please do not write "This was really great. Everything is awesome. You should read my writing, it poops rainbow unicorns."

Reviews

[Ellen Incognito]

This is really great!!!!! (I especially love the fact that it doesn't rhyme - rhyming needs to die a horrible death) Everything is awesome!!!!! (Although we both know that nothing is perfect and this poem - like all of mine - needs improvement - just not as much improvement as a majority of the poems I've read) You should read my writing, it poops rainbow unicorns!!!! (But I really don't see how this is physically possible...unless your poems regularly poop rainbow unicorns??? WHY THE HECK DIDN'T YOU TELL ME BEFORE????!!! YOU'RE MY NEW HERO!!!!)

[Saichiro Wolftotem]

This is the most constructive review I have ever read.

[Ellen Incognito]

As a wise person once said....um....don't grow your tomatoes next to zucchini. Or something like that.
It may be constructive, but does it make you want to bake me a cake? Only when I've received aforementioned cake will you achieve true, universal happiness :)

[Saichiro Wolftotem]

*puts on baking apron*