Benny

Too many swishers

smoked on an empty stomach

time to cut a bitch

Roundeley

I decided to take a stab at a roundeley. I'd like to start writing rodels and I figured this was a good first step. feel free to eviscerate me.

The snow is cold
flakes dropping in the Yahara
the snow is cold
man on the bridge is feeling old
stiff hands, sore joints and vertebra
smokes a Camel like a mantra
the snow is cold

I'm kind of turning into a regionalist, aren't I?

Monday (late) morning

Eyes are half open
I'm stumbling down the street
Give me some caffine

kick, kick, snare

Skin is dry and tight

I am hollow as a drum

Music is divine

goodnight friends

I wish you goodnight

Let your blankets and your dreams

Keep the world at bay

Low-down dirty shame

Karma is a bitch

But She offers redemption

I'm not so lucky

When I didn't hear William

Have you seen my plums?

I left them in the icebox

I was saving them