An adult orangutan male
has an arm span of seven feet
and can weigh well over
two hundred pounds
and grow six feet tall
they are reportedly very territorial
and though they look wrinkled
like prunes, or your fingers
left too long in the tub
researchers say they are quite fierce
and although they are furry
they do not sound very soft
When I sleep
My head melts into the covers
and my lax cerebrum lolls out lazily,
rolls airily into a mellifluous sea
of caramel, Karo syrup
and warm molasses.
If I fail magnificently
in a blaze of gory glory,
please portray me in my
video biography as a
hardcore softie,
like a tattooed, sailor-mouthed
Harley rider who secretly
sells tulip seeds online
because he likes the way they smell,
the way they look, and
the way they remind him
of his mother.
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An adult orangutan male
has an arm span of seven feet
and can weigh well over
two hundred pounds
and grow six feet tall
they are reportedly very territorial
and though they look wrinkled
like prunes, or your fingers
left too long in the tub
researchers say they are quite fierce
and although they are furry
they do not sound very soft
Like or Dislike:
+3
When I sleep
My head melts into the covers
and my lax cerebrum lolls out lazily,
rolls airily into a mellifluous sea
of caramel, Karo syrup
and warm molasses.
Like or Dislike:
0
If I fail magnificently
in a blaze of gory glory,
please portray me in my
video biography as a
hardcore softie,
like a tattooed, sailor-mouthed
Harley rider who secretly
sells tulip seeds online
because he likes the way they smell,
the way they look, and
the way they remind him
of his mother.
Like or Dislike:
+2
I tried to write a ’soft’ poem
But it was too hard.
Like or Dislike:
+5