ThirtyPiecesofNPM

 ThirtyPiecesofNPM

ThirtyPiecesofNPM

The end of National Poetry Month the first Day of My oh Mother is is finally over now roger. Over. Here is Drunk logging onto his Computor. WHoss my Possssword Whoss mhy possssword dog doggit it wont let me on. The INtergnet is so slowly lagging. How slow is it. Eye set down on the turtle egg to get online just now. The United States Government is disbanding the Space Program parking the Shuttles to the Moon in Every City Properly this should tell you the end of the world is coming soon. Income is Gross. Debit rhymes with credit. Pet the pussy, Kathy. Feed the kitty, Thom. Mark them all with Jesus take them home. Marrying them giving them in Marriage till the end will come. 666 does they got the 666 like us do they stimulus. Marching papers usually come to us around the end of April it is usually some bogus made up fine of several hundreds of dollars to get the person out of jurist prudence districts. They moved me once in the winter twice in the spring. Here is my final poem for NPM. April spring flowers may bring flowers but the worry with the fears come to me in March the time is passing like the blowing of the winding coming up in May. No one divides the house up on the dividing line. I stood close to the steps when Judas flung his silver the Priests did not get every Denarius eye got one then the drinking got to be precarious the money now is gone. They tell me they bought some field for the Poor Potters to live in. Perhaps this is where old homeless will now live. For mhy very important new poem is now done ThirtyPiecesofNPM