The first line of this was a writing prompt from last night. There was, and remains, a lot I wanted to do with this, but this is what I managed last night. There may just be more later.
She had purple eyes and pillow lips
Blue hair and baby-bearing hips
He had fuzzy chains and lashing whips
Faded tattoos and graying tips
Esmerelda and Chuck had no guilt trips
Just love and lust filling their memory chips
At least at first, then came the blips
The hurdles, the stumbles, the skips
She left with the chips and the dips
Leaving behind a box of paper clips
He yelled after her, “You’re bigger than a ship!”
Muttering more, “I don’t give a god-damn flip.”
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This feels like a rock and roll song, a classic one.
Thank you! I like that description.
Came lookin for the post you said you just wrote…poetry, verse, couplets in rhyme have always eluded me genre wise. I just haven’t the chops for it. But you do…:)
Go here: kingmidgetramblings.Wordpress.com.
And thank you.