Saturday, September 15, 2007

Stuck


In Tabangao stuck
For the weekend. Buck
Naked, running amuck
In my bedroom. Struck
out of Tumble-bug
doesn't rhyme with: Pluck
a guitar, but, luck!
I don't play it. Luck!
I don't have one. Stuck,
Like a fly on a window. Yuck.

-reyjr

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