Just dropping
squirting elephants
from the sky.
Look out you
crazy continents
we'll be bustin' yo shizzles
with broken lies
We ain't spacing yo faces
with our aerial erases
Nor with our Dumbo dazes
nor with our phony phonetic phrases
It's only the pancakes we really need
after this spectacularly silly stampede.
* * * *
Maybe,
I shouldn't write poems while I'm hungry...
hungry for pancakes...
big honking fluffy buttery blueberry pancakes...
mmmmmm.....