Distraction

by E.L. Pout

November 26, 2001

Fifteen phantom penpoints
All under my control
I move them deftly, swiftly smearing
ink upon a single slice of paper.

Sixteen sweatered titties
Distracting me so simply
from my fifteen phantom penpoints
Nothing worthwhile written, once again.

Milestones

1854: Alfred, Lord TennysonÃs Ã¬Charge of the Light BrigadeÃ® is published, giving Rok Finger a polished piece of poetry to mangle when heÃs drunk.

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