ionized everything
rain down on vaseline
dip your toe in an old backo
spend your time in a mini rhyme
cistern of the gods
binge and purge your odds
spacko speck your luck
i don't give a fuck
jury of your peers
take it up the rear
spork a fork to launch
i don't have a paunch
jostled puzzle book
pop your poppined hook
shake your baking crime
i don't need a sign
robotic afterthought
scrape off all your rot
sock your puppets in
we will make them kin
spotted derelict
up your upper deck
i won't be abused
not cut out to lose
i don't have no shoes
not cut out to lose
--Stephen Martin, 11/27/19
To streamline this challenge I will be linking to day one for the details. This is a cross promotion of the Steemit and Cent platforms. Visit me on Steemit. Visit me on Cent.
In a nutshell, post your poetry below for consideration in my monthly, online, blockchain, poetry journal.
What's your 365?